Kuma*
...In fact I did it - Marler
yashmak dancing meet, we all had little idea of what we all looked like.
This time it was going to be different, free of yashmaks, we were going to dance up a storm! And get to know each other better. I was looking forward to finding
out if 'DDRNuryev67's sister was as good looking as he said she was. And if
'Redhotshoeshowfan83' was actually able to complete 'Rancid herbivore-disco mix'
by '174U2P' at the hardest level!
I awoke early on saturday morning, awoken, as always by the squirrels bickering
over who had first dibs on the McDonalds fries outside on the street. When a
huge Pteradactyl flew down and ate cottontail (My least favourite squirrel) I knew I
was going to have a great day! This is all true because I am writing this, why would
I lie? It's not like I am actually someone else pretending to be me or something!
That's just crazy!
Close-the-damn-gate and Folkestone-upon-the-tyne. TRUE. I was sad, because Marler didn't come, he said it was because "There were no good arcades" and that "Margate smells of tramps" both true, But I was going anyway, because I like silly dance games!
I was looking forward to returning to Margate,once I saw this programme about an asylum seeker who
this one, but this was the first one google came up with.
we all know that this is only 99% true. In the programme a guy called 'Ben Dover' asked the girl if she wanted to make 'dirty movies' with him. I didn't know what his name was, but Marler told me who he was, which was odd, as Marler doesn't have anything like that in his room, not anywhere, so if his mum looked, she wouldn't find any. None at all. In fact, I hope his mum (Who is not my mum, but his mum, because I am not Marler)doesn't waste her time looking, because there is nothing, nothing at all.
Anyway, I arrived at Margate, and took a moment to breathe in that sea air.
(Interesting fact : Sea air smells a lot like tramps! FACT!) I then headed towards the'Purple Flamenco' arcade. It was a tricky journey, the area was crawling with wild chavs, peaked cap-wearing, track suit-styling, bad-dancing rude boys, who are often attracted to areas such as this to procreate, smoke and try to play fruit machines that are over 18s only. Their icy glares almost seemed to go straight through me into my heart, chilling me to the bone. Although there was almost a little fear in their eyes no doubt due to the fact that they were facing a superior intellect (The same treatment was given to passing seagulls).Nevertheless, I strode onward, there was dancing to be done!
Once I arrived there, it was mostly empty, apart from a few of our number,
Miniflatley42, Bobafett75 and Dancinpikachu89 were already there, frightening the chavs with their awesome (And not effeminite at all) dancing skills. After greeting them, I took in a bit of practice. I could explain to you all the complex dance steps I did, but I can't remember at the moment because a passing gypsy policeman hit me with a cosh, and now I have amnesia, so my knowledge of dancing games is now at a par with Marler! So it will almost sound exactly like Marler is speaking when I say that I 'danced around a bit and hit all the arrows and got a combo - a really big combo'. Yeah, I was on fire!
interest....
1. End of the pier, chavs spit off here, also Men fish for 'crabs'.
2. The Harbour, contains about 5 boats, all beached.
3. The Lifeguard tower, Pulls chavs from the sea more often than the guys at the pier get crabs!
4. Seaside hotels, or 'Chav spawning grounds' as they are known, rooms can be hired by the day,
hour or 5 minutes.
5. The 'mystery' spot, don't ask!
6. The Purple Flamenco arcade, proud home of DDR in England!
7. Beach, no seagulls.
google, I think it looks like margate if it was in
TRON, I think Jeff Bridges would have liked it
there.
