These lederhosen have been riding up on me

These lederhosen have been riding up on me all day. All for naught, she didn't even notice me. I think Ferdie tricked me into this. Why was I the only one wearing lederhosen?

But then the polka band arrived. They busted out lively central European music and I started hopping around. Ferdie's jaw dropped. The lessons had paid off, the investors were

loving my dancing. Ferdie looked even more shocked when one of the investors started dancing aswell. "Not a pretty sight" he said afterwards. Suddenly I accidently stepped on my

brother's foot. He jumped, pushing me onto the disco floor and into Ferdie's surprised grin. "I had no idea!" she screamed, stamping on my foot and swinging me between her legs

, which took a while, since Ferdie had eight of them. You've never experienced club life until you've danced with the octopus. Dad sure knew what he was talking about way back then

but lately his stories had started revolving around various sea mammals and gastropods doing nasty things to female divers and passersby. Ferdie's eight children ran the club well

with tortured neighborhood pets, so his stories reached new depravities in hopes of keeping these vile, sociopathic youths off the streets. These kinds of enemies made him cry.

They made him cry so hard that he peed himself. This worked during his comedy skits and he was known as the crying peeing guy. People would come all around and say "Just wait until

CP guy comes on, he's frikin hilarious!" Crying peeing guy came on stage, he nervously wiped the sweat on his face, "Hi... I'm.... huh.... Jimmy." The first rotten tomato hit him