I am a rodent of the drowned variety. It is raining out there. It rained all over me in a highly democratic fashion. It rained all over J² as well, who gleefully told me (after assuring me that he was still a lesbian, but that he wasn't as big (or fat) a lesbian as my brother) that he had to change all his clothes down to and including his underwear after getting drenched riding home.

There is no point to this. Aren't you glad I told you, though?