I’m not sure why all the ringer dancers on these reality shows look like out of thick high school cheerleaders who had trouble catching their breath. The ones you thought you had a chance with at the after game keg party because they were in between football linemen boyfriends and they bitched about having to spend every other weekend at their dad’s. I think it’s great that somebody invented a sport where these stackable girls can put on globs of makeup and trip the light fantastic with a bunch of dudes who always seem to be leaving Derek Hough’s house early in the morning. It’s more a sport than golf, less a sport than every other sport in the world. Yes, I know ballroom dancing is super fucking hard. So is working a table saw with just your semi-erect dick. Also, not a sport.
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