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Creeper Jones's Spaghetti Spewing Escapades
10/27/13
>Dances.
>Oh how I hate dances.
>Let me tell you a little story.
>Last time I had gone to a serious dance, was during my senior prom, an event that I didn’t even want to take part of because of the horrible harem that I unintentionally created with our senior theatre troop leader (who was in a relationship she was willing to drop), ‘Poodle Hair’ the moe sophomore anime club representative, and my, orchestra mate, the “I just turned 15 last week,” “Why don’t you want to go to the prom with me. Is it not cool to go with a freshmen or something,” freshmen.
>Forced to go because my mother said, “I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t” I went stag in my fancy white suit, began out-getlemening my peers who brought dates, getting hit on by people who I hardly knew, eventually trying to dance to shitty music that I hate, and almost getting grinded on when things got “rachet” as they like to say. (I was raised in a very urban environment).
>It was both fun, and awful at the same time, and since that day, I vowed to never partake in another dance, unless I was intentionally clubbing with my bros.
>This was something I had told Mary Marvel during an all too meaningful conversation about the many bad relationships we’ve gone through.
>The only problem is, Mary has the memory of a head of cabbage, and on October 26, she tells me during our dinner in the dining hall, “Hey, are you going to the /&?%!/ tomorrow?”
No?
>It sounded familiar.
>“It’s a costume dance party that’s happening on the /%^#$/ Ferry tomorrow. You should come...I don’t wanna dance alone.”
>I WILL BREAK YOUR F$%KING JAW! I WILL WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR NECK UNTIL YOUR FACE TURNS BLUE IF YOU EVER GIVE THAT KIND OF SUGGESTION AGAIN!
Oh, really? Weeell, dancing’s not really my kind of thing. Besides, it’s way too late to buy a ticket.
>“Nah, it’s totally fine. My roommate bought a ticket and can’t make it. She was looking for someone to sell it off to.”
>DAMN IT!
You don’t say?...Well...okay. But we need to go shopping for something I can wear.
>After an evening of shopping, I get one of those zipper faces, and some additional makeup to apply to my face.
>Mary’s an FX expert, so she insisted on applying everything for me.
>After around 30 or so minutes, I was ready, I looked creepy, and she applied her own makeup; a ragdoll stitch face with heavy white makeup, and a gothic black dress.
>I through on my signature black windbreaker, and we head off in a bus, accompanied by her shy little friend...Alice, because she was dressed as Alice from AiWL.
>Flash forward an hour.
>We’re on a massive ferry that’s going to be drifting through the sea for a few hours before returning to the pier.
>I’m hanging with my lady friends, along with a few of my boys; one dressed as Ezio, one as Sherlock, and one as the Grim Reaper.
>It’s a nice, peaceful time considering the DJ hasn’t set up the music or anything, but sure enough, the lights begin to dim, and music begins playing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KI6jFsrs-28
>People already at the dance floor soon begin dancing, as the floor begins to fill.
>Now, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen my peers dance before, as there was a dance during the social event that made me the reluctantly well-known dude I am today.
>The people here are much more...tamed then my old bunch or ragamuffins. Maybe dancing in there wouldn’t be too bad.
>Not wanting to waste the four hours I was trapped on this thing, I ask Mary,
You wanna dance or something?
>“Eeh, I don’t really feel like it.”
Well, okay then. I’m going to dance a bit, and feel up anyone who gets too close.
>“Oh Creeper, you’re so funny.”
>Stare.
>Return stare.
Okay, bye.
>Flash forward an hour.
>This place is like a freakin’ sauna right now.
>The heat is making my face begin to peel and itch, but I can’t touch it or else its get ruined even more.
>Seeking relief, I head out onto the upper deck to take in the moonlight.
>This feels right. I should’ve came up here in the first place.
>Walk around.
>See some faces.
>My good roommate, dressed as a bum, who jokingly twerked on me.
>His girlfriend who was a ballerina.
>The breakfast club or egg guy, bacon guy, and banana dude.
>My shit roommate who always ruins the room, wearing a blond wig and Viking helmet.
>Eventually, I find Mary, Alice, and some other guy who’s friends with Alice; let’s call him Butch; and we start chatting it up.
>New guy mentions,
>“I really like your face makeup.”
Thanks man, Mary pretty much did it though.
>“...I’m a girl.”
>She’s dressed as a man in a brown suit with a mustache.
OH! Sorry! I didn’t think-
>“Do I SOUND like a man?”
...Eeeh-
>“Oh COME ON!”
Sorry! It’s just...you don’t exactly have much…
>F$%k it.
Maybe if you were a bit more busty, I would’ve notice.
>“Mary, hold me back!”
>Alice disappeared from existence.
It’s not a bad thing! I’m a breast lover, and a breast lover loves all breasts without prejudice. You're fine the way you are.
>She punches me in the arm anyways.
>“Thanks, I guess.”
>Wanting to further defuse tension, I tell Mary,
You’re breast are lovely as well.
>This girl then goes, “I know right?!” before groping Mary right in front of me, and massaging her c-cup mammaries.
>“Pffft, stop it! That tickles!”
>My face immediately goes grump, as I think of all the chances I’ve had to cop feels on girls, which I never took because I’m not a pig.
>This girl sees my grump, and then tells me, “If you wanna feel for yourself, all you have to do is ask.”
>This is a test. I’m sure of it.
I’m going back to the dance floor.
>Open the door, head to the floor, everything’s hot as hell.
JEEZ!
>I at least try to get in there though. Do some dancing. Robot like a champ.
>In a matter of minutes, I see the girls, all three of them, on the floor as well, who had apparently followed into the dense crowd of sweaty teenagers.
Hey guys! I’m over here.
>We all soon begin dancing, but Alice doesn’t really do anything but stand.
Come on Alice!
>“I-I don’t really like dancing.”
Neither do I, but that’s not stopping me from trying to have a good time.
>I grab her hands, forcing her arms to move with me, but she’s limp as a noodle.
>I keep at it, a bit, before Butch taps my shoulder and tells me, “I’m more than ready to dance!”
>Small smile comes to my face, as I begin grooving with her.
>...Now, this was a really, REALLY bad choice to make.
>You see, even though I’m not the type to enjoy parties like these, I am the type to escalate a situation way past what it was.
>I’m a hype man by nature, which has actually helped me save parties before, and sure enough, I bring the hype to this.
>Dancing it up like crazy, doing my electric moves, and getting low, as she’s crumping all over the place.
>At one point we even start grinding butts, which is something I never asked for, but I didn’t refuse.
>Then the voices come.
>“GO CREEPER! GO CREEPER!”
>More voicing come in.
>“GO CREEPER! GO CREEPER!”
>DAMN IT! SHIT! C#&K! This is the same as the last time, and the time before that!
>Now I can’t leave without looking like a punk bitch, but I don’t want to get into another dance off.
>We continue dancing as I hide my pure rage, and Mary records the whole thing.
>Eventually, I just sort of tire out, and I finally leave, as this girl keeps dancing vigorously.
>There’s still going, “GO CREEPER! GO CREEPER!”
I’m sorry! I can’t keep going!
>I back into the crowd, gasping desperately for air, as someone else jumps in to take my place.
>I know nothing about this skinny blond beauty, except that she was going buckwild and thrashing her hair across the place last time I caused a dance off, and sure enough, that’s exactly what she’s doing.
>Things progressively get wilder from there, with people doing flips, tuts, and all sorts of modern dancey things I'm not up to date with. Some guy even manages to get a chair through this dense crowd of people, jump to jump off of it, almost land on someone’s head as they were doing the worm. He moonwalked it off like a champ.
>It eventually ending with two guys in patients gowns, clapping their fake, rubber butt cheeks across to each other, and me making it rain imaginary money on them.
>It actually started to become fun from that point.
>I at least tried to dance along with the music, I got some good exercise, and we had something interesting to talk about for the next day.
>It eventually ended with everybody dancing to ‘I’m on a Boat’, before things began to settle down and we eventually leaved.
>Today was a party down kind of day.

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Creeper Jones's Spaghetti Spewing Escapades
 
10/27/13
 
>Dances.
>Oh how I hate dances.
>Let me tell you a little story.
>Last time I had gone to a serious dance, was during my senior prom, an event that I didn’t even want to take part of because of the horrible harem that I unintentionally created with our senior theatre troop leader (who was in a relationship she was willing to drop), ‘Poodle Hair’ the moe sophomore anime club representative, and my, orchestra mate, the “I just turned 15 last week,” “Why don’t you want to go to the prom with me. Is it not cool to go with a freshmen or something,” freshmen.
>Forced to go because my mother said, “I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t” I went stag in my fancy white suit, began out-getlemening my peers who brought dates, getting hit on by people who I hardly knew, eventually trying to dance to shitty music that I hate, and almost getting grinded on when things got “rachet” as they like to say. (I was raised in a very urban environment).
>It was both fun, and awful at the same time, and since that day, I vowed to never partake in another dance, unless I was intentionally clubbing with my bros.
>This was something I had told Mary Marvel during an all too meaningful conversation about the many bad relationships we’ve gone through.
>The only problem is, Mary has the memory of a head of cabbage, and on October 26, she tells me during our dinner in the dining hall, “Hey, are you going to the /&?%!/ tomorrow?”
No?
>It sounded familiar.
>“It’s a costume dance party that’s happening on the /%^#$/ Ferry tomorrow. You should come...I don’t wanna dance alone.”
>I WILL BREAK YOUR F$%KING JAW! I WILL WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR NECK UNTIL YOUR FACE TURNS BLUE IF YOU EVER GIVE THAT KIND OF SUGGESTION AGAIN!
Oh, really? Weeell, dancing’s not really my kind of thing. Besides, it’s way too late to buy a ticket.
>“Nah, it’s totally fine. My roommate bought a ticket and can’t make it. She was looking for someone to sell it off to.”
>DAMN IT!
You don’t say?...Well...okay. But we need to go shopping for something I can wear.
>After an evening of shopping, I get one of those zipper faces, and some additional makeup to apply to my face.
>Mary’s an FX expert, so she insisted on applying everything for me.
>After around 30 or so minutes, I was ready, I looked creepy, and she applied her own makeup; a ragdoll stitch face with heavy white makeup, and a gothic black dress.
>I through on my signature black windbreaker, and we head off in a bus, accompanied by her shy little friend...Alice, because she was dressed as Alice from AiWL.
>Flash forward an hour.
>We’re on a massive ferry that’s going to be drifting through the sea for a few hours before returning to the pier.
>I’m hanging with my lady friends, along with a few of my boys; one dressed as Ezio, one as Sherlock, and one as the Grim Reaper.
>It’s a nice, peaceful time considering the DJ hasn’t set up the music or anything, but sure enough, the lights begin to dim, and music begins playing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KI6jFsrs-28
>People already at the dance floor soon begin dancing, as the floor begins to fill.
>Now, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen my peers dance before, as there was a dance during the social event that made me the reluctantly well-known dude I am today.
>The people here are much more...tamed then my old bunch or ragamuffins. Maybe dancing in there wouldn’t be too bad.
>Not wanting to waste the four hours I was trapped on this thing, I ask Mary,
You wanna dance or something?
>“Eeh, I don’t really feel like it.”
Well, okay then. I’m going to dance a bit, and feel up anyone who gets too close.
>“Oh Creeper, you’re so funny.”
>Stare.
>Return stare.
Okay, bye.
>Flash forward an hour.
>This place is like a freakin’ sauna right now.
>The heat is making my face begin to peel and itch, but I can’t touch it or else its get ruined even more.
>Seeking relief, I head out onto the upper deck to take in the moonlight.
>This feels right. I should’ve came up here in the first place.
>Walk around.
>See some faces.
>My good roommate, dressed as a bum, who jokingly twerked on me.
>His girlfriend who was a ballerina.
>The breakfast club or egg guy, bacon guy, and banana dude.
>My shit roommate who always ruins the room, wearing a blond wig and Viking helmet.
>Eventually, I find Mary, Alice, and some other guy who’s friends with Alice; let’s call him Butch; and we start chatting it up.
>New guy mentions,
>“I really like your face makeup.”
Thanks man, Mary pretty much did it though.
>“...I’m a girl.”
>She’s dressed as a man in a brown suit with a mustache.
OH! Sorry! I didn’t think-
>“Do I SOUND like a man?”
...Eeeh-
>“Oh COME ON!”
Sorry! It’s just...you don’t exactly have much…
>F$%k it.
Maybe if you were a bit more busty, I would’ve notice.
>“Mary, hold me back!”
>Alice disappeared from existence.
It’s not a bad thing! I’m a breast lover, and a breast lover loves all breasts without prejudice. You're fine the way you are.
>She punches me in the arm anyways.
>“Thanks, I guess.”
>Wanting to further defuse tension, I tell Mary,
You’re breast are lovely as well.
>This girl then goes, “I know right?!” before groping Mary right in front of me, and massaging her c-cup mammaries.
>“Pffft, stop it! That tickles!”
>My face immediately goes grump, as I think of all the chances I’ve had to cop feels on girls, which I never took because I’m not a pig.
>This girl sees my grump, and then tells me, “If you wanna feel for yourself, all you have to do is ask.”
>This is a test. I’m sure of it.
I’m going back to the dance floor.
>Open the door, head to the floor, everything’s hot as hell.
JEEZ!
>I at least try to get in there though. Do some dancing. Robot like a champ.
>In a matter of minutes, I see the girls, all three of them, on the floor as well, who had apparently followed into the dense crowd of sweaty teenagers.
Hey guys! I’m over here.
>We all soon begin dancing, but Alice doesn’t really do anything but stand.
Come on Alice!
>“I-I don’t really like dancing.”
Neither do I, but that’s not stopping me from trying to have a good time.
>I grab her hands, forcing her arms to move with me, but she’s limp as a noodle.
>I keep at it, a bit, before Butch taps my shoulder and tells me, “I’m more than ready to dance!”
>Small smile comes to my face, as I begin grooving with her.
>...Now, this was a really, REALLY bad choice to make.
>You see, even though I’m not the type to enjoy parties like these, I am the type to escalate a situation way past what it was.
>I’m a hype man by nature, which has actually helped me save parties before, and sure enough, I bring the hype to this.
>Dancing it up like crazy, doing my electric moves, and getting low, as she’s crumping all over the place.
>At one point we even start grinding butts, which is something I never asked for, but I didn’t refuse.
>Then the voices come.
>“GO CREEPER! GO CREEPER!”
>More voicing come in.
>“GO CREEPER! GO CREEPER!”
>DAMN IT! SHIT! C#&K! This is the same as the last time, and the time before that!
>Now I can’t leave without looking like a punk bitch, but I don’t want to get into another dance off.
>We continue dancing as I hide my pure rage, and Mary records the whole thing.
>Eventually, I just sort of tire out, and I finally leave, as this girl keeps dancing vigorously.
>There’s still going, “GO CREEPER! GO CREEPER!”
I’m sorry! I can’t keep going!
>I back into the crowd, gasping desperately for air, as someone else jumps in to take my place.
>I know nothing about this skinny blond beauty, except that she was going buckwild and thrashing her hair across the place last time I caused a dance off, and sure enough, that’s exactly what she’s doing.
>Things progressively get wilder from there, with people doing flips, tuts, and all sorts of modern dancey things I'm not up to date with. Some guy even manages to get a chair through this dense crowd of people, jump to jump off of it, almost land on someone’s head as they were doing the worm. He moonwalked it off like a champ.
>It eventually ending with two guys in patients gowns, clapping their fake, rubber butt cheeks across to each other, and me making it rain imaginary money on them.
>It actually started to become fun from that point.
>I at least tried to dance along with the music, I got some good exercise, and we had something interesting to talk about for the next day.
>It eventually ended with everybody dancing to ‘I’m on a Boat’, before things began to settle down and we eventually leaved.
>Today was a party down kind of day.

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