My cold tolerance has been on a decline since my late 20s. I also don't feel like spending seven thousand dollars on home heating oil this winter. I'll be a fucking pussy. I'll be a shaved fucking pussy.
I think that may have happened here too. My son's daycare was a ghost town last Monday and it's only a ghost town when parents have to take off because their school aged children are home.
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Unless the trainer was crying happy tears about a ghost being blown, he didn't like shit.
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WJAC went out of their way to not say "snow" when he referenced a "mixed bag" on Wednesday. He was trying so hard to not say "snow." I gave it 4/5 Thackaras.
For all the shit I give used car salesman James Franklin, Ryan Day may be an even more fraudulent head coach. The resource gulf between Ohio State and just about everybody is insane and yet Day is 1-7 against the top five.
Franklin is 1-12. Those four additional attempts are likely a game against Alabama and three against Ohio State and Michigan.
Ryan Day sucks.
No. I still want him fired. He doesn't prepare for games during the week and waits for halftime to make the adjustments. Had he did even the slightest bit of preparation this week, they win by 30.
Can't wait to go to the pumpkin patch this afternoon and feel like I need to mist my balls every five minutes while loose straw from the hayride tries to sodomize me. Fun day.
There was a few days last winter, I can't remember if it was January or February where we had close to 18 inches of snow on the ground due to a decent storm, come cold, and then a freak footer.
This requires me to walk down the creaky-ass steps beside my toddler's bedroom, which will wake him up and I'm stuck watching Blaze and the Monster Machines until 2:30 AM, not a shot in Hell, sir.