USA cha, cha, cha...
I don’t want anyone to get too excited, but last night I had beef lomein and went shopping for a good foot cream. Here I am, this brilliant dancer, trapped in an old man’s body and no one even asks me to dance anymore. I’m speaking metaphorically, of course, although I do offer a decent cha cha. Mine is a sarcastic mind, finely tuned over time to comb…