Winter
By Christopher Munroe
I can’t deal with winter.
Seriously, this is getting ridiculous, it’s cold as balls
and I’m not going to put up with it.
And neither will my balls.
I’m going south. Birds go south for the winter, and so do
elderly Canadians, and while I’m not elderly , I’m certainly Canadian and I’m
sick of this weather.
The time has come to go the fuck south.
As far south as it’s possible to go.
I’m going to Antarctica.
Wait, that might be too far.
Well, I’ve said it out loud. Antarctica it is.
Hopefully it will be a little warmer…
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