When I dance, it looks like I’m desperately trying to shake a spider out of my shirt while also valiantly fighting the overwhelming urge to rip my clothes off to oust said spider. So, yeah, this is me. Glad to put a name to it. I balter, folks. I balter like a motherf**ker.
hmmmmm. maybe we need a video demonstration from you. 😉
well of course we do. we only have your best interests at heart 😉
Ok, thanks for the new word! You dance anytime you get the urge.
That’s how I dance too.