Why would anyone spend money to go to a class where they work their asses off just so they can learn to dance, something that nobody in life ever needs to be able to do? It's pure stupidity. Especially when ugly girls or fat girls do it. That last statement may not make sense, but you'll figure it out in a minute.

          It seems like every girl I know is in a dance class. How do I know this? Simple. All you need to do is ask the question 'What sports do you do?' and if the girl does dance, she will proceed to tell you so. At this point I usually give the chick a solid punch to the tits. Dance is not a sport. It is an activity, a hobby, an occupation of precious time, but it is not a sport. Sports are things like football and rugby. Dance is nothing like either.

          But seriously, what's the point in dancing? The only way you will ever need to dance in your life is if you become a stripper. And when you need to become a stripper, your life is in a pretty big shit hole. So, let's see. You spend money to learn how to dance, which you'll only ever need to know if you end up in a situation where you don't have money. It's brilliant! You spend money in case you ever don't have money. So instead of keeping the original money, which you could use to keep your life out of a shit hole (yes, it is that expensive) you spend it.

           And what's with all these guys joining dance teams? There is nothing manly about dance. Unless you're showboating. It is perfectly acceptable to do a little dance after you score a touchdown, or after you make the winning pass, or after you crush a guy's skull. Other than showboating, no man should ever be caught on a dance team. The only type of guy that would join dance is gay or metrosexual. I have no problem with gays, but joining a dance team makes you a sissy, which I do hate. As for metrosexuals, they can just go choke.

          Dancing is just a shitty way to pass the time. The only good reason to dance is that you're piss drunk or you've just accomplished something great. And by piss drunk I mean you just took a shit in your neighbour's mailbox thinking it was a toilet, and by something great I mean you just took a shit in your neighbour's mailbox knowing it wasn't. Those are acceptable excuses.