This weather is a buncha bull spit.
I need sun. I need to tan my guns. I need some Vitamin D up in here. I need to bake the cylinders of white dough that I call legs. I need to see lady babies in short pants. I need a nap.
Is there a way to put diapers on clouds?
Your grandma Carol is coming and I hear tell she brings sunshine everywhere she goes. So fear not. Plenty of lady babies soon.