The Hunks Of Club Fantasy

Ami Angelowicz / July 29, 2010


The weekend is almost upon us and my secret wish is to find a man to dance with. In my fantasies, he is wearing a fur loin cloth and boots or nerd glasses or maybe even leather chaps. Yeah! Chaps! And we are swaying to ’80s synth rock on a checkered dance floor at a place called Club Fantasy and it smells like, uh, protein. And there is a woman in a blond wig narrating the whole thing. Wait! Someone stole my fantasy and made it into a video? There is a God after all. How do I contact these men I would like to dance with and see if they’re free this weekend? [Everything Is Terrible]