the gender of english cold
It's cold here.
But it fights like a man. There's no nagging or indecisiveness like you get with the english rain, which will last all day on and off without ever raining harder than a drizzle. The English cold hits you in the face with everything it's got. And i appreciate that. I may not be able to hit back, but at least I know what to expect.
I need to get some gloves.
But it fights like a man. There's no nagging or indecisiveness like you get with the english rain, which will last all day on and off without ever raining harder than a drizzle. The English cold hits you in the face with everything it's got. And i appreciate that. I may not be able to hit back, but at least I know what to expect.
I need to get some gloves.
posted by schaffner at 4:25 PM
3 Comments:
I'll let mom know to send some gloves with those sweaters. If she hasn't sent them already, I dunno we'll see....Love ya
please schaff, please.
if you want something just come out and say it. what's with this 'oh poor me i don't have any gloves and i cry myself to sleep at night because poor little ryan has no gloves.'
next time just come out and say what you mean. hey guys, will someone please send me some gloves? we'd all appreciate a little honesty.
boy, so far i'm not impressed with the oxford character we see coming out in you.
very serious,
desi
Here, you can have this extra pair. My hands are getting sweaty.
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