Ok ... all I have to say is wow. What happened? I was the Fonz of the 90s. I had nothing going for me except for my sweet muscles and sexy hair. Yeah, it was a curly mullet, but it was sweet; I don't care what you think. But then, through several surprising opportunities, I got famous again. For dancing.

I don't think anyone was more surprised about that one than me.

I used to hate it every Tuesday and Thursday when my Mom would drag me to dance class. I was the only boy there. It was sad and lonely. And my Mom used to take pictures of me in my dumb leotard. She used to say, "Some day you'll thank me for this, Mario." Yeah, I knew that was bullshit and she secretly wished I was a girl.

So what did I do? I rebelled. I started working out, wore cut-off tees, and got myself a manly curly mullet. Fuck you if you don't think that hairstyle is cool. Then I got a sweet acting gig for a few years, and thought my dancing years were over.

But now I'm even more famous for being a dancer. That is scary to me.

And what's worse is that I'm getting more ass by being a famous dancer then by being a famous actor. Like, seriously, thank you Mom. Thank you so much.

So let me give you a little advice if you're a kid and your parents are making you do something stupid: do it. Who knows? Maybe that karate class is a bummer now, but you could be the next Chuck Norris through some weird twist of fate. Do you hate the stupid beauty pageants your ugly mom signs you up for? You could be a super model in 30 years, after what you thought was the highest point in your life.

Take it from me, a guy who used to think dancing was gay. And still does. But it pays more then calling someone "Preppie" and sitting backwards on a chair ever could.