Ask yourself what month it is. Ya, i'm talking to you cottage cheese shorts wearing shithead. We get over 50 degrees F and you strip down to your no-no's for the world to see? BITCH, you about as fresh as a day-old donut. What is it with people in Portland wearing summer fucktard fun gear as soon as they see the Sun? I don't care if you're buff, tough, and wanna show it. I don't care if you think i'm a pussy 'cause I like layering and "hoody weather." Getting a two second dose of Vitamin D is not a good enough to reason to make me ponder why the fuck I have to vomit, sober, in the middle of the day. At least hold out until the spring solstice, (March 21st), to show off your spare tire accented by those whore-for-sale miniskirts.
It's Not Summer
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