The reopen after the plague is ramping up and many middle-class locals confront pressure to endure a great many lame activities in order to make up for lost time.
Right now every mundane activity from having coffee to suffering through a god awful cover band concert elicits an outpouring of gratitude from suburban white ladies who struggle to turn a global pandemic that killed millions into just another facet of their depressing social lives.
Accordingly, we share this missive for all of those who are still pretending that they risked their biscuit during harsh times . . . Check-it:
I was in my early 20s when I hit my stride at parties. As a pre-teen on the school cafeteria dance scene, all I had to do was bust a move like Young MC told me.