The breakdancers on the D Train tonight were wearing tight pants. I mean, Sex Pistols, Wassup Rockers tight. I couldn't tell if it helped or hindered movement. The moves appeared to be the same as usual (these kids were 13, for God's sake--they weren't doing anything too innovative or sophisticated), just the look was different.
The B-boys are fun to watch sometimes, just as long as I don't get kicked in the face.
Monday, February 25, 2008
nobody tells me anything
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hi.
you are cute.
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