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Some liken slow dancing to having sex, standing up. Dining could be called satisfying oneself, sitting down. Why not combine the two pleasures, doubling the enjoyment and saving time?
I’m thinking a food tray (like at drive-in restaurants of yore) for each partner to hang on the other partner’s left
shoulder. Height and personal preference would determine if the tray hangs on the near or far side of the shoulder. Left-one-handed consumption while waltzing or quickstepping would be a challenge, as all things worth trying once.
Picture a foxtrotting beau tête-à-tête whispering sweet nibbles into the ear of Mademoiselle as she cheek-to-cheek munches a salsa hors d'oeuvre, amid belle hops and garçons on roller-skates circulating to pour vin maison and scoop ice cream du jour.
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I'd fear inexperienced dancers colliding with us on a crowded dance floor. Once one plate of bananas or bread with olive oil dip falls, havoc could ensue. |
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Havoc is to humor as bear shit is to the woods. |
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Great analogy, [FJ]. I would've never thought of that. :D |
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Funny, I thought there was humor in havoc - not the other way around. |
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[Wordgineer] So, you mean there's wood in bear shit? |
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