It makes me think I can dance. I cannot dance. Seriously. It's a problem. I love reggae, but the unwelcome result is the belief that I may actually have rhythm which generally results in me injuring myself somehow. This is generally preceeded by me singing (badly) at the top of my lungs which embarasses my children greatly. I should probably write a list of all the things that disturb them the most so that I can pull them out at their weddings/graduations etc. Or perhaps save them as ammunition when they threaten to put me in the home.
Ya mon.
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