In fear we waited for a hurricane, when in fact, it was a flood. The rain is really beautiful until it's depth reaches your ankles, then the fear sets in. We apologize for the confusion.
SHOOT MOTHA TRUCKA! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SWIM!
What a waste of swim lessons all those years. like all those nasty rice cereal pieces left in the milk after a bowl of Lucky Charms, you'll be seeing me floating around. Or I'll sink. From now on, I will only respond to the name "Titanic".
Anyone ever notice that while Rose is prying Jack's cold, dead, devoted fingers from her hand, she's saying "I'll never let go Jack, I'll never let go..." (I'm just gonna watch you sink into the deep abyss. Thanks for stealing my virtue and teaching me how to smoke and spit.) Yea, that's love. Really Rose? You really couldn't fit two on that door? Lay off the sauce. Beezy.
Swim on my lovelies.
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