I am wearing a blonde wig.  Eyeliner.  A dress.  These things are for you.  I sing sing sing.  That is perhaps for me.  I pretend it is for you.  Perhaps it is all pretend.  I give you a flashlight and turn up the music.  You roll your eyes and grab a handful of M&Ms.  Those things will kill you.

This does not mean what you think it means.

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