All The Gnus That Give Two Shits
I Hate The Summer
I Used To Think I Liked It
But I always really hated it. It was too hot and you were supposed to like to take your cloths off at the beach with thousands of people who could laugh at you.
If you didn’t like summer you were either a faggot or a commie or working for the big boss.
Didn’t make much sense back then and even less now, except that I always hated summer, which is why I moved down south in 1964 and wasted seventeen of the current extinction event wondering why nobody else thought summer was the season to be hated.
April was just the cruller month.
I still wonder why.