I really don’t care that strutting is supposedly for marching band tuba nerds and baton twirlers and shit. If you don’t think that’s a fire way to announce your presence in any social situation you’re an idiot. If you step into a bar high-strutting like a maniac this weekend bitches are gonna be all over you. It’s basically like the peacocking thing that pick-up artist dickhead Mystery did but you don’t have to dress up like a lunatic wearing black eyeliner or fur hats and you can front-snap kick motherfuckers in the face at a moments notice. Sign me up.

PS – Can’t wait until me and Rach McAdams go out to a wicked expensive restaurant tonight and I walk in there doing this move. Game, set, match. Swoon city.