Its rainin' men outside. It's horrible. All those poor men are falling from the sky to their doom. It's going to take the gov't a couple of days to clean up all the bodies. I wish it never rained men. Why not buckets? Those aren't alive. It's all that song's fault, you know the one that the Weather Sisters sing: It's raining men. If it wasn't for them all those innocent beautiful men wouldn't be smashed against the pavement. Plus it never actually rains anymore so we're in a severe drought.

I hate sellouts.
But I do like puddling!