Sorry Al, it's my mistake!!!
As the group closes in around you, you panic. "Hey Hey Hey sorry
Al, it's my mistake. Let's be politically correct. You are no longer
Fat Albert, you're horizontally challenged Al. Did I mention that I
love that hat? C'mon, let's get down and boogie oggie oggie with our
bad selves!" "All right!" the group exclaims. Some
chick with a boss afro and funky platform shoes on grabs you and
starts doing the some new dance that can be described as a combination
of the Hustle, the Bump, the Funky Chicken, and the one and only
Stayin' Alive! With the music pumping the fros bouncing, you know
that you are part of the funkiest bunch of disco maniacs since John
Travolta. You decide to call your new group of friends Disco Stu and
the Funky Monkey Disco Boogie Maniacs. You were dancin' and singin'
and movin' to the groovin' and just when it hit you somebody turned
around and shouted "you need to get some new duds man. You need
to get some boss threads. And I'm the down cat who can help
you."
Looking up to see who had just talked to you, you are shocked.
Starting from his 3 1/2 foot platform shoes with goldfish inside them,
up to his boss green and yellow plaid bell bottoms, up to his outta
sight orange polyester shirt with the widest lapels this side of
Milwalkee, along with gold chains, purple sunglasses, and topped off
with the puffiest fro you've ever seen, it's DISCO STU!!! You follow
Disco Stu into the men's room and he busts out his duffel bag. He has
the most far out threads for you to have. You walk back into the
shindig feeling like Super Fly.
