Even gays say: "Now that' gay!!!"
I took this photo, when I first met Black Bush at the Special Olympics.
This was the competition the Black Bush was eliminated from. Well not officialy eliminated, cause all the participants are winners,(yea right) I believe Bush took home a burlap trophy.
Anyhow, This frilly little Olympian actually cut a pretty mean rug. He was on fire, moving at a blistering pace never reached by a full-blown retard since the games began. Dancing with the stick thingy to the classic tune "Maniac" from that stupid welding movie. He blew away the competition, during and after his performance.
I had a chance to speak with the energetic fellow following his acceptance speech.
His name is Art Vandelay, sound familiar? He is an architect from New York, loves to eat at Monks Diner, as is a ahuge fan of Kenny Roger's Roasted chicken. He doesn't eat the chicken, just a big fan.
So I asked why he chose this "sport" to pursue. He tells me, in his own words:
Well I hear the music, close my eyes, feel the rhythm
Wrap around, take a hold of my heart
What a feeling, bein's believin'
I can't have it all, now I'm dancin' for my life
Take your passion, and make it happen
Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life
After I took another hit of what he was smokin, I truly began to understand the mind of a stick thingy dancer. The gracefulness, floating movements, athletic supporter pinching at my loins, and the extreme danger of running with a sharp stick!!!! I really feel....ALIVE!!! Michael Flatley you can kiss my Native American red ass!!
Art Vandelay, you and your "Stick-thingy" MOVE have made it to signature MOVE status.
We salute you.
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