A better blipper than me

By pingufivemins

Die in the summertime

Evening pilgrims,

Oh the heat.
If it isn't the eyes that feel like they are being invaded by hordes of fire ants, it is the nose that spontaneously and non judgmentally discharges gallons of mucus whenever I move.

That is saying nothing of the outdoor temperature so hot it melts my fillings, and the indoor flooring too hot to walk on without scorching your soles.

I love summer.

Night all


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