Cheeseburgers and children

So today I was called a skank by the choreographer of Australia's biggest nightclub. Apparently he meant it as a compliment though, so I'll just add that to my pile of odd and slightly backhanded compliments. This was after (and luckily had nothing to do with) completely losing my top during the routine we were doing. Never believe the brief when it says you wont be full on dancing. It lies. And then you lose your clothes.
Before this wardrobe malfunction, I had some normal classes, including hip hop, in which I'm supposed to be a gangster. I think my teacher has come to expect a little less sass from me, after numerous comments from me such as " I feel like an octopus." I'm glad he doesn't get offended when I saw things like this, as he seems to appreciate that they just pop out of my mouth, and we bonded today when he told me to "say it with your chest!" Any Kevin Hart fans out there will understand this, and I was just waiting for him to call me "little nigga" to finish it off, but we drew the line, considering we're both way too white for that. We were doing dance hall style today, which involves a style of booty shaking similar to that of twerking, but it's not quite the same. Lets just say that rather than a sharp and sexy, controlled booty pop, I ended up looking like I had a severe case of knock knees.
Today is cheeseburger Friday, which just means that I go to McDonalds with some friends after class and get a cheeseburger. Pretty self explanatory actually. Now I hate kids. With a passion. I actually met a nice one today though. He passed me taking his tray to the bin (which automatically earns him brownie points, as I cant stand people who leave their rubbish on the tables,) but all his rubbish fell on the floor at my feet. He apologised to me, and ran off to put the tray down so that he could pick the rubbish up. I picked it up for him and we put it in the bin together, and then he thanked me, smiled and yelled "bye!" A polite, rubbish aware child that didn't look like a complete ming-rat. It was a miracle. I guess he was school age, so if I ever for some reason decide that I do want kids, I'll just find a way to get a school age one, and keep the receipt in case it doesn't put its rubbish in the bin.
                                    Xx, Little Duck