It isn’t so much that I regret the loss of snow, but that I hate that the summers are hotter than if Satan himself came up and dragged his ballsack across the entire state. I know summers are supposed to be hot but good grief they shouldn’t be boiling.
It isn’t so much that I regret the loss of snow, but that I hate that the summers are hotter than if Satan himself came up and dragged his ballsack across the entire state. I know summers are supposed to be hot but good grief they shouldn’t be boiling.
It is fun knowing it will only get worse.