This weather can officially bite my balls. It pours, it drizzles, it pours again. It leaves puddles that i step into. These puddles are a) dirty, b) cold, and c) mean. Hmm, when i put it that way, i wonder why i've never dated a puddle. Oh, right. Cuz they're, you know, pools of water. On the ground and such
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