I'm not one of those people who forgets what the weather is like every year. But I am one to bitch about it.
HOLY SHIT ON A RITZ. It's fucking cold out.
Waiting for the bus, as usual, at the corner of Fauntleroy and Alaska. The wind is blowing slightly, and it's pushing the cold straight through my leather jacket, thick hooded sweatshirt, thick cotton t shirt and undershirt.That's a lot of layers to get through.
I swear, the cold is a living entity that loves to torture me.
Ok, I'm not so egotistical to think the cold is after only me. However, I'm not writing about YOU, right?
Although, that's not a bad idea. I should write about you. But I don't think anyone wants to read about your explosive flatulence. But I am sure they want to read about the erection you had this morning. It was glorious.
Oh, wait, that's me again.
Point is, I'm fucking cold. I will be very happy when summer is here.
Here's a fun song to start out my work shift.
Have a fun and safe Friday night! I don't want to read about any of you found in a ditch somewhere. So, when that slightly creepy guy asks if he can buy you a drink, just tell him you want to fuck him in the bathroom. That way, you don't have to piece together what happened the night before, and you don't have that roofie hangover.
HOLY SHIT ON A RITZ. It's fucking cold out.
Waiting for the bus, as usual, at the corner of Fauntleroy and Alaska. The wind is blowing slightly, and it's pushing the cold straight through my leather jacket, thick hooded sweatshirt, thick cotton t shirt and undershirt.That's a lot of layers to get through.
I swear, the cold is a living entity that loves to torture me.
Ok, I'm not so egotistical to think the cold is after only me. However, I'm not writing about YOU, right?
Although, that's not a bad idea. I should write about you. But I don't think anyone wants to read about your explosive flatulence. But I am sure they want to read about the erection you had this morning. It was glorious.
Oh, wait, that's me again.
Point is, I'm fucking cold. I will be very happy when summer is here.
Here's a fun song to start out my work shift.
Have a fun and safe Friday night! I don't want to read about any of you found in a ditch somewhere. So, when that slightly creepy guy asks if he can buy you a drink, just tell him you want to fuck him in the bathroom. That way, you don't have to piece together what happened the night before, and you don't have that roofie hangover.
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