Practice for what, Princess? Cheersquad? Softball? Volleyball? Those great things that are all American and upright. You can't just say it's time for practice and not specify. It leads to all the wrong places but who am I kidding. Everything leads to the wrong places with me. It's a magical land of transgressions and blood in my brain. Gutterminded windmill.
I'm getting off on the wrong foot. how are ya? What are we practicing? I hope it's not how to avoid taking a meat cleaver to the eye because I need my prey docile and gentle as a lamb.