Gretchen glances again in the direction of Bubba’s muscular arms. When he notices her look, Bubba the Love Swab flexes his muscles in extreme nervousness. She measures his look of desperation and chuckles while turning from Bubba to focus her attention on Jacques quickly glancing again in the direction of Bubba’s muscular arms. Bubba, now watching Gretchen’s every move, is thinking this could possibly be the big one. The earthquake that will rock the state. Of course, he’s not referring to the type of earthquake that shakes buildings and rumbles freeways, he’s referring to a love quake as he calls it, a 6.7 on the Richter scale.
“Why have we stopped at this God-forsaken place?” Gretchen inquires, still making silent indications to entice Bubba. However, Jacques is not having any more of these untimely distractions, so …show more content…
“Oh, excuse me Count, to what do we owe this pleasure and what must we do, on this so-called Path?” She pauses a moment, shaking her head in disbelief while searching the others to find someone who agrees with her. “What is your request my dear count?” she smirks sarcastically.
Bubba starts to dance around in random circles, pretending to be the star attraction. With his gyrating moves and quick spins, he sings out. “Get down, baby, get down.”
The others are not able to take his erratic dancing and untimely gestures and by the pure sight of his gyrating movements and facial expressions, they burst into a sustained laughter, simultaneously responding in a rhythmic chant that echoes in perfect harmony as they all shout out. “Sit down Bubba, sit down.” With great conviction, they all agree completely on the lyric and shout again. “Sit down Bubba, sit down.” Enough is enough, too much is nasty, and they are all of the same opinion, a Michael Jackson he is not. Fred Astaire by no means, but a brother without rhythm, now, that about describes him for
“Why have we stopped at this God-forsaken place?” Gretchen inquires, still making silent indications to entice Bubba. However, Jacques is not having any more of these untimely distractions, so …show more content…
“Oh, excuse me Count, to what do we owe this pleasure and what must we do, on this so-called Path?” She pauses a moment, shaking her head in disbelief while searching the others to find someone who agrees with her. “What is your request my dear count?” she smirks sarcastically.
Bubba starts to dance around in random circles, pretending to be the star attraction. With his gyrating moves and quick spins, he sings out. “Get down, baby, get down.”
The others are not able to take his erratic dancing and untimely gestures and by the pure sight of his gyrating movements and facial expressions, they burst into a sustained laughter, simultaneously responding in a rhythmic chant that echoes in perfect harmony as they all shout out. “Sit down Bubba, sit down.” With great conviction, they all agree completely on the lyric and shout again. “Sit down Bubba, sit down.” Enough is enough, too much is nasty, and they are all of the same opinion, a Michael Jackson he is not. Fred Astaire by no means, but a brother without rhythm, now, that about describes him for