I have no idea why you mortals have spent the last few thousand years getting all worked up about our recreational activities. Really, you are over-thinking things just a tad if this post is any example. Instinct for the capillary, I believe it's called.
First: Yes, angels dance. It is a relaxing and enjoyable activity that my therapist says can help with the Tuttle-related flashbacks, except when there are collisions which just triggers them again.
Second: We don't dance on pins. (Why pins? This has never been clear to me. Why not ... oh, mushrooms? Or spiderwebs? Clouds, even? I really don't understand humans. At all.) Anyway, as I was saying ... we're angels. Check out the wings. Our dances are three-dimensional because we fly. No dancing surfaces needed.
I hope this helps alleviate some of the uncertainty inherent in the human condition. Really, guys, you've got more interesting things to wonder about -- like why the number of hot dogs in a package is not the same as the number of hot dog buns in a package. Aren't they supposed to go together?
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