Can we come up with something new? I pass you Every. Single. Day. and every single day I’m forced to hear you say to me, because I can’t stop you from talking to me ‘is it cold enough for ya’? Come on, Really?? No, no its not cold enough for me. It’s 32 fucking degrees outside, but I was kinda hoping and wishing it would drop down to the teens, because nothing excites me more than shivering, teeth chattering, array of erected hairs in response to the bloody fucking cold, on my ass!
I need to do it. I need to come up with something stupid yet brilliant, to ask or say to you, every single day. We need to have this in common.