I wanna see you DANCE, Varmint!
I feel like there’s always a grizzled backwoodsman in my life. He’s off-screen, but constantly saying to me, “Ok, Varmint, I wanna see you DANCE!” as he shoots his olde tyme revolver at my feet. Pew! Pew! Tappity, tap, tap. [That’s me dancing a frantic jig to avoid his bullets.] Why do I feel this way? … Continue reading I wanna see you DANCE, Varmint!
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