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McKenney: "I Had To Take My Pants Down To Continue Dancing"
Posted by Jess McGuire at 3:23 PM on June 25, 2008
Todd McKenney, I think I love you.
Police allegedly asked McKenney how he came to be in such a state and discovered a small quantity of the drug in a trouser pocket.
When he saw the drug McKenney allegedly told police he recognised it to be GHB, but emphatically denied ownership or using it.
Later in his record of interview McKenney told police he had been to a party on Anzac Day eve at an apartment in McLeay Street, Potts Point, and had danced so much that he began to overheat and had taken his pants off to continue dancing.
Well, we've all been there. In fact, I hear Nikki Webster's dance studio will soon be teaching enthusiastic punters the ins and outs of pants down dancing.
So what have we learned?
The hater responsible for planting $400 worth of drugs on Todd McKenney in an attempt to bring down his skyrocketing career was so dedicated to their nefarious plan, they sneakily went to a party in Potts Point and patiently waited in the shadows (and perhaps turned the heating up in the lounge room, whilst perhaps slipping Feel Good Flared Hits Of The Seventies on the CD player?) until Todd was so overcome by the steamy temperatures, he had to choose between taking off his pants, or ceasing to bust out the moves - and we all know the latter is not an option in McKenney's world. Bam, Mysterious McKenney Hater TM gets access to the Dancing With The Stars judge's trouser pockets, and the drugs are planted. We all know what happened next.
I'm behind you and your believable story 100%, Todd.
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