Blame it on the rain? Right? I embarrass Alex. We all know this is hard to do, but I manage to do it. Despite checking the weather this morning, I left adorned in a white wife beater (unshowered). It rained. I changed into my five dollar galoshes. I poked out my stomach. I became a marshmallow. Moral of the story? Eat.
Oh yeah, lip sing. Excuse me, I need to clap my hands in the rain.
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