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True Confessions of the Twist
Ooga mooga! That's an ugly woman. Her name is Hillary. She's dancing the twist and the Charleston. She's happy! There's a band there. She's happy because she CAN twist! The #1 reason that she's happy is that she wants to be. The men behind her are playing in a band.
She probably had a couple of drinks. Whiskey. Whether you sip it or shoot it depends how much money you have. If you don't have much, you better sip it.
She probably had somebody to dance with her. Her ex-boyfriend. He didn't act right. Basically he was stupid. His name was Charles. "I'm done with you," she said. Then she had a man who couldn't do the twist and she dumped him too.
Parents didn't want to have their kids dancing and touching because they might get the chicken pox, measles or whooping cough. If you got whooping cough, you went to the hospital or stayed at home and had family remedies. They would mix kerosene in water and you would drink it. Not the whole bottle. Just a couple of spoonfuls.
Hillary is wearing shorts or a mini skirt. She's at Mardi Gras in New Orleans. It's February in the 50s, 60s, or 70s. Everybody is having a good time. They will come back next year.
One of her biggest fans, John, has two crippled legs. The band is called the Underground Mardi Gras Band. Hillary was the leader. There's a trombone. You blow it and there's keys and a slide.
After this, she went home and went to sleep at her house in New Orleans. First she went to the shoe store and bought a new pair because she wore hers out dancing!
(Note: This story led to a wild dance party doing the twist, the Charleston, and pretending to sip whiskey.)
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