Always thinking, The Dancer has come up with a great way out of our financial difficulties.
Scooters to replace our cars? Nope.
Pantyhose on our heads and robbing banks? Nope.
Agreeing to finally work the pole? Nope.
Getting a job? Well, she did that, but it will only help pay her dance studio fees.
Watching wrestling. Except here we pronounce it rasslin'.
My brother, Uncle Chief of Police, would be so proud. He was a "Rowdy" Roddy Piper fan back in the day.
Because I spent a large chunk of my teens trying to get out of the Full Nelson, that's why.