We're all bound for Mu Mu Land.*
I was having Sunday Morning Dance Party [by myself, which is NOT as sad as it sounds. I had the living room curtains open, so I was pretending it was back in the day and I was in a cage. Not that I ever cage danced. Much.] and was hit with such a wave of sadness and wasted potential.
Nothing against the girl and the husband, but man, I'm still regretting not hitting it really hard as a club girl. Or harder, I guess.
I told the husband about this [marriage is all about honesty] and he said, "What's stopping you? I just told you my plans for the future, why don't you focus on this? You still look young. Your skin's smooth and you don't have any wrinkles."
"Yeah, and the girl is already pretty much on her own, and may not have any kids, so we're may not be grandparents."
"Why don't you do this?"
I thought about it and agreed, so now I've got my plan. I'm getting in shape and I'm going to be a club girl. With an AARP card.
What's in store for your future?
KLF is going to rock you.