Ever blown a snot-bubble over a dropped kettle chip? Welcome.
Imagine that I'm standing outside of your window with a boombox. My upper arms are already tired.
I'm not saying I've deliberately stared hard at a dude's sweatpants to see what he was packing, but I'm not NOT saying I haven't.
Dance like no one is watching. Even though they definitely are, and they are definitely judging you, and ohmygodIcantbreathe.