July 8, 2012 in Paisley Weather Report
Tags: In Summary - fucking wet but at least it's not cold
This is mean. My pansies just died.
I don’t understand what the little limp man symbols have to do with the weather.
They’re spillover from the Katie Holmes story.
Rub it in, why don’t you? We’re flirting with the triple digits all week here, and I’m pretty sure if it gets any more humid we’re going to drown.
I don’t want to gross anyone out, but that is exactly the type of weather that I was experiencing when I contracted testicular jungle rot. Diaper up, buddy.
The last sentence of your comment could easily have been copied and pasted directly from one of the recent romantic text messages that have been sent to me.
These text messages seem like powerful weapons. Don’t delete them. Wordsmoker may need a doomsday device some day.
Too much rubbing in will do that.
Thank you for putting that in Fahrenheit and not fancy socialist Celsius. I have math issues.
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