The other day I drove to Montana in my new (to me) Jetta for a little bonding time, and a very bad thing happened. Luckily (or not) for you, I captured the unfortunate event on digital recording:

I was feeling so cool and svelte with my smokin’ hot dance moves that I was ready to sign up for SYTYCD auditions.

And then I played it back and watched myself.

And mourned the loss of my grand dreams. So near, and yet so, so very far.

Sad.

At least the Jetta still loves me; Kyle totally doesn’t.

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