Spon-tan-e-ous Com-bus-tion (can we dance to that somehow?)

I’m not much of a dancer unless the Lord of Linden is around. Somehow he releases my inner dance. (By the way, moom, where the heck is my tap-dancing board? Did you take that with you?) But I am trying like the devil to figure out how to make a dance that goes with the syllables in Spontaneous Combustion.

I have very little else to say today. So, here’s the cute plastic ratty I pass on my 0-skunk-30 walk every day. Enjoy. And chillax. Please. I’m trying to. Love y’all… Kayak Woman.

Can we dance? Can we dance? Can we dance…

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