I don’t know what I hate more about winter — the cold, the snow, or the brief warm spells which are only warm enough to turn the snow into slush, which then promptly freezes into ice once it grows cold again.
Fuck this season.
Yes.
I don’t know what I hate more about winter — the cold, the snow, or the brief warm spells which are only warm enough to turn the snow into slush, which then promptly freezes into ice once it grows cold again.
Fuck this season.
Yes.