The weather outside, these past few days, has been amazing. I've worn shorts to work since Monday. I went swimming at my local YMCA, and the outdoor pool was available. It's been great.
But it's a fraud. It's not spring yet. It's February.
I hate that stupid groundhog. For as long as I can remember, in my yuppie lifetime, it has never given me an early spring. I know I'll soon have to put my long johns back on. I can't really enjoy this because I know it won't last.
Give me endless sunshine. Give me warm days and cools nights. Give me my summer baby days again.
This is just a cock tease. Fucking global warming.
Why It Matters If Trump Is Dead or Incapacitated Beyond Who Is President
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Let's be completely honest: There are lots of people we'd like to see die.
And we're not saying we want to kill them. There's a wide, wide gulf
between w...
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