Oh my holy canoly (or however you spell that), it’s like 3 metres of snow outside my window. Okey, not 3 metres, but you should pretty much get the picture. I have the same relationship with snow as with artificial sweeteners, it’s like crap and a pain in the ass sometimes but then, other times, I love it. And they’re both white and powdery. As cocain. Oh. And flour. Something else I should mention, homies?
For the record - I can’t keep my hands outta cookie jar [ jammed by Gym Class Heroes]
Did you get it: for the record?! Ha ha. ha. Oh well, I want more Candycane tea. See you later, losers!
