Last night, we got an assortment of Paso Dobles and Argentine Tangos, not to mention so many flu germs that I considered wearing a mask to write this recap. On top of that, there were some fabulous 70s afros and polyester strewn about the ballroom after the group Hustle. Through it all, I managed to maintain my strong dislike for Aaron. I think it’s that vein that constantly bulges out on his forehead and his penchant for calling Michael Irvin “Michael Irving”. Also, I read today that he was an hour late to Hustle rehearsal and everyone had to wait around for his skinny ass. Seriously, Aaron, what could you have possibly been doing? Nevermind; I don’t want to know.
