It's this guy who does Japanese sand art, but they're just like these one to two minute videos. And it starts with this dong. Like you see this open sand, kind of the Japanese sand, whatever feel. You said dong and I went somewhere else. Yeah. Hey, that'll do it too. That can be a... I think you mean gong. I do mean gong. Welcome to the galee Dokes.

You're a weekly shot of pop culture, dick jokes, and general homosexual foolishness.

I'm Maddie.

And I'm poodle and we're long-time

squirrel friends and we're here to edgimicate y'all even though we have a little to no

qualifications to do so. But you know what I'm qualified to talk about? What? Contemporary dance.

Are you? Because I've seen you dance. I am not a trained dancer.

No, no.

I have an innate quality that allows me to move according to my emotions.

You know what? That is fair. Your dancing is very, it feels very kind of primal and like cave womanish. Yes. Yeah. Like I'm trying to shake out a demon. Yeah. Like a lot of pelvic floor work from you. Yes. Yes. Yeah. Or like I've been bitten by a tarantula and I'm trying to dance the venom out. Oh, you do snarl when you dance. That's true. It's just like, I'm,

you all think I'm kidding, but if you've been to a live show, you know. But I'm a, I'm a dance admirer. I'm a dance adorer. Dance ador. You're a fanatic. I remember when we used to be roommates. You think you can dance was my favorite show for a while. I would cry?

Y'all not cry.

It's like sobbing at roommate. So you think you can dance was my favorite show for a while. I would cry.

He, y'all not cry. It's like sobbing at dancing with Eric, so you think you can dance every week.

I am, excuse me for being moved by art because you're obviously not. You don't cry.

I don't. I don't. Yeah, you're shut off. You're shut down. Probably.

Yeah, there's probably something to do that.

Yeah, you're shut down.

Sad.

It's actually very sad.

Yeah.

But I don't usually watch Dancing with the Stars, but I've got to say it's such a competitive season.

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