Advance #40: The Music Muff

I would have gone all in on this even if I had simply heard its majestic name.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to lace up my testosterone-drenched roller skates, slink into a snug nylon banana hammock, and pull on an aquamarine mesh headband.

Estrogen-blessed park dwellers beware: Denny Dance is on the loose.

In Heat,
Denny DelVecchio