There’s a Name for That

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.

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