Parsnips For All

This evening there is an interesting function going on in my hotel to which I have been invited. There is going to be much line and square dancing, so I have dug out my best stomping boots (I had these specially made: they go up the knee and all along them they have pictures of parsnips, and then "FEAR THE PARSNIP!" emblazoned on the heel).

I intend to show the fuckers what REAL line dancing is like.

There will be no match for me!