This is the invitation I received in my email inbox just moments ago:
Really? The Potty Dance? Come on, people.
I dread the days when the word “potty” becomes a part of my vocabulary. I already say the words “Babies R Us” far too often. If I ever say the words, or participate in something that’s called the “Potty Dance,” I give you permission to shoot me.
On a side note, how much does Ralph Covert hate his life?