Go put on a tank top and tell me how you feel. Or if you're not into listening to demanding people, I'll let you know how you would be feeling. Well, it all really depends on what kind of tank top you're rocking. It's either the stained white ribbed one commonly seen on a front lawn from the show "Cops" or it's got some tropical/80's flavor writing on it that makes you feel like you're on a beach. Those are the only two kinds I know of, and if you think there's a third kind, you're about as wrong as an 8th grader in a spelling bee whose just heard a "ding."
So right now I'm wearing a tank top with tropical tendencies, and here's what I'm feeling: it's 80 degrees, and I'm Jewish and living in a Moishe House. I'm closing my eyes and imagining my room filled with sand, but the thought kind of disturbs me so I discontinue that thought. In fact, it disturbs me so much that I'm going to discontinue writing. Happy belated Groundhog Day!
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