It's all boils down to math, really. Two parties Saturday night and only one Funky Presbyter to go around. Ah well. Such is the price one pays for such a hip happenin' social life. Normally I would choose which party to attend based on the predicted funkiness of each. Unfortunately both are registering as maximum funk on the funkometer. In such a case I would normally choose based on which party would afford me the greatest opportunity to display my break dancin' skills. I mean skillz. Neither gathering bodes well for my awesome robotics. (I was pro'lly gonna do the worm too, but whatever). So I guess I must resort to going where I was invited first. Maybe I'll bust out the windmill anyway.
As consolation for your deep empathy with my dilemma, I've linked to an appropriate cartoon. Enjoy.
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