The locker room is where all the best shit goes down. The one liners. The rambling. The complete and utter lack of glamour. It’s where a moment will happen and I’ll stand as an observer thinking “How the fuck is this my life?”. If I were still as prudish, fearful and judgmental as I was before I started dancing, I swear I wouldn’t have had even 25% of the laughs I’ve had. Life is too funny to be a righteous fucktard.