Precious Peeps it’s Pits here to heave you over the humpty.
It’s perilously cold here so much so that if you stop for a minute when you’re out on your trot there is a chance you might freeze to the ground.
Granny has suggested making us sweaters but for once the stinking Gizz and I are agreed on something.
No thanks Gran.
We’d be the laughing stock of this neighborhood.
So we soldier on shivering if we don’t keep moving so that’s the only solution for us.
Make our moto yours too!
Shake that bootie babes!
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