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I tried to sing, but no vibration came,
I tried to spout witty banter yet no sound came.
As if cursed by an insane hippo which... wich? Ah, witch, that hated me.
I became sick as the almost exactly Sadies dance started.
(and am still sick)
My throat felt like it had been pierced by arrows then drenched in lemon juice.
The dust only made it worse as my vocal chords got clogged.
My voice abandoned me.
I have become the latter day ("little") Mermaid.
I decided to roll with it.
Meaning I stopped talking.
My Date must have thought me very strange.
During the slow songs, Instead of talking, I attempted to speak with only my face, I exaggerated the dancing until the dancing made talking difficult. My date returned the gesture, but in a more confused fashion.
My date asked me how I was, and I did a wee jig.
My date asked me what colour my toothbrush is and I pointed to somebody s shirt.
My group asked me if I was insane and I gave them a insane look.
It was either unbelievably creepy or just plain strange.
I thought about telling her about my curse, but I was way too far in to back out.
The only way out was forward.
But then friends of mine kept popping up trying to talk to me.
I attempted to talk to them with my face but it was too dark.
So I just started dancing.
It was the was a fun date, but it was akward.
Soooo incredibly awwwkward.
And hilarious.
Haha this was hilarious to read!! I love your whole entire blog too. But I especially loved the title of this post. :) Oh my gosh this was great :)
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