To the sound of Ravel's Bolero, the males attempt a forward roll. They lay, floundering, screaming that they've pulled a muscle (or, as it may be, irritated their arthritis).
The females prance around a bit with beach balls and ribbons.
Whenever a woman accidentally treads on a bloke, he may scream and indicate further damage has been incurred.
Whenever a woman accidentally treads on a bloke, he may scream and indicate further damage has been incurred.
Everybody limps off, wondering what the point was. In Wittenberg, Luther turns in his grave.
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