Billy Idol is a Liar

There has been a serious lack of dance parties in my life since you’re not around. I should start them up again, but dancing with yourself really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Population: 1

SARAH: I'm sitting at my desk giggling like a crazy person. I’ve snapped. GOODBYE.
SARAH:  (Not leaving work. Just entering Crazytown.)
KATE: Come on, Crackers. It's time for you to go home.
SARAH: Crackers? Like animal crackers? 
SARAH: What kind of crackers? With cheese? 
SARAH: WITH WINE AND CHEESE?
SARAH: Know what I think is going to happen tonight? 
SARAH: Dance party. DANCE PARTY IN THE KITCHEN. EVERYONE GETS A HUMPBACK WHALE

It's From PB&J Otter, Okay?

SARAH: I just tapped my head and said to BStP, "I used my noodle."
KATE: noooodle
KATE: use your noooooodle
SARAH: noooooooooodle
SARAH: do the noodle dance
KATE: ::dance dance dance::
KATE: Apparently it's a Nick Jr kind of day.
SARAH: Soupsnake f***ing dog friends up in this biatch!
KATE: I almost just fell out of my chair laughing.