October 4, 2005.
It's the 4th of October.
Why, Laura, are you stating the obvious?
It's the frigging 4th of October.
Where did the time go?
No. it's the frigging 4th of October.
Yes, it is... Your point
Why the FUCK is it 27 degrees out?! That's 80F! Do I not live in Canada? The great white fucking north?! How are we supposed to maintain our image as igloo-living fur-catchers when we can hardly walk down the street without sweating through our ridiculously thin t-shirts?!
This post is brought to you by the fact it's too fucking hot in Waterloo and Laura is about thisclose to snapping. and also, the letter F.
Why, Laura, are you stating the obvious?
It's the frigging 4th of October.
Where did the time go?
No. it's the frigging 4th of October.
Yes, it is... Your point
Why the FUCK is it 27 degrees out?! That's 80F! Do I not live in Canada? The great white fucking north?! How are we supposed to maintain our image as igloo-living fur-catchers when we can hardly walk down the street without sweating through our ridiculously thin t-shirts?!
This post is brought to you by the fact it's too fucking hot in Waterloo and Laura is about thisclose to snapping. and also, the letter F.