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Dance With Me, Frost



Thank you, Bill Frost, for removing the gun from your mouth long enough to plug my show Dance Your Ass Off [“Hard Times,” True TV, June 25, City Weekly].

I realize, because I have been reading you for years, that you hate reality shows. But, as “your portly Utah dude,” I challenge you to not judge this one till you see it. If, at that point, you hate the show, then so be it! But don’t be such a hater—it shortens your life.

Miles Broadhead
Dance Your Ass Off contestant
Salt Lake City