I’m sitting here, waiting on someone who wants to come play with me. I’m dripping wet, and it tastes as sweet as Pooh’s honeypot. And yeah, who doesn’t love that good old sweet honey—at least when it’s part of the mood, right?
But if you leave me hanging, I might just get started without you. Cool—keep it simple, keep it right, and make it happen while I’m still in the groove.
