Saturday, May 19, 2012
Open Letter To Jack Frost*
It's gotten a little cooler here in southern Florida the last few days...I wouldn't mind for it to drop to the 60's (gasp!) for a few weeks at least. Something cool and nice where I can sleep w/ the windows open and actually need a blanket! I know everyone up north is thinking "what a whiny bitch", but hey! I actually look forward to the 10 days out of the year when my balls DON'T sweat. Think about it. Everyday...Your sack sticking to your fucking leg. You're only solace being a bottle of Gold Bond, that in this Floridian sun melts off your dongsack like flour to pancake batter in a matter of 23 minutes. I'm begging you Jack Frost... Nip at my nutsack! Make me feel it in the marrow of my bones.