‘789, can I recommend you re-title thise one “Dirty Dancing”?
Or something like that.
*Applause* Thanks ‘mouse.
I’m pretty sure there’s something unseemly going on between the kosher pickles and the bacon in my fridge, but I can never catch them when the light comes on.
I know the feeling. I HEAR the music, and open the lid to find them all sitting there nicely in water.