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Jul. 18th, 2005 11:39 pmI was at the Canadian-themed bar last night, having my usual vodka-and-goat's-milk, when a man walked up to me and gave me his business card.
"What's this?" I said, staring at the card.
"I run a class for kids aged 2 and younger. I teach them to breakdance."
"Isn't that a little..." the goat's milk clouded my mind as I stumbled for an adjective.
"No, it isn't. I also teach them to beatbox. Next month, I'm starting, a freestyling class for kids age 1-3. You know, keeping it real."
It's times like this when I have to ask myself: Why did I start going to a Canadian-themed bar again?
"What's this?" I said, staring at the card.
"I run a class for kids aged 2 and younger. I teach them to breakdance."
"Isn't that a little..." the goat's milk clouded my mind as I stumbled for an adjective.
"No, it isn't. I also teach them to beatbox. Next month, I'm starting, a freestyling class for kids age 1-3. You know, keeping it real."
It's times like this when I have to ask myself: Why did I start going to a Canadian-themed bar again?
