Dammit, I'm trying very hard not to post in a crude way a question about how balls figure into Pat's breats=dancing equation and it's very hard to do.
Don't worry CJ it's just like the whole barbed c*ck thing, sometimes you have to be... direct. Again harkening back to when I taught sex ed to teens, sometimes using the medical jargon helps to work these things out.
I would think that the testicles, being liquid filled, would really be a good
tool to work with, but I doubt that Pat would even be able to make the leap to focusing on his testies while dancing. I mean, he's already doing a fairly non-sexual form of dancing. If you look at the sort of dancing that focuses on the crotch area, the Lambada is central, and it's pretty obvious that Pat could not handle the Lambada. Even when he's thinking about a women's body, he's thinking about it with anger. But then, I could argue that a higher centre of gravity - the breasts- are more benificial to dancing than a groin level centre of gravity.
But I've just spent a paragraph talking about testicles and breasts and gravity, so I sort of want to stop. Still, I remember about five years ago there was a whole dick-for-a-day thing that was really popular, where famous women wrote about what they would do if they had a dick for a day. I remember thinking in my own case, how it would probably drastically effect how I move. And also that I would really take the time to enjoy peeing out doors.
Did I already talk about the feminine urine despenser here? I don't think so, but sorry if I'm repeating myself.... Anyway, when I was a teenager, my mom regularly got this catalogue of random shit, and it had all sorts of stupid stuff in it. Crazy inventions like tools for complexly braiding your hair and those towels that are compressed into the size of a credit card - "great for travel," and one time, one of the items in it was a feminine urine despenser - a crotch funnel, with a container and release drain - "great for travel." I cut it out and took it to school - showed it to everyone I could. I was deeply facinated by the whole thing, especially since the Mike Watt song "Piss Bottle Man" had come out around the same time.
Anyway, back on topic - What Pat is forgetting is that breasts impede the ability to dance for one very important reason: It's way harder to see your feet, and feet are the most important part of dancing.
Also, I have my own story about trying to buy a dildo. But it's almost midnight, and I don't want to get into a long story about why I had to call the Mastercard people right now.