To thine own self be poo
So, there's a place called Hell, Michigan. I think if I were hired to write for the local newspaper in Hell, Michigan, every time the temperature dipped below 32 degrees F, I would make sure the front page headline read, "HELL FREEZES OVER!" I bet it happens pretty often, too. It would be a little in-joke for the whole town to enjoy.
Alternatively, if I worked for the newspaper in a town near Hell, Michigan, and the temperature in my town were the same as the temperature in Hell, Michigan, the front page headline would read, "It's hot as Hell!"
Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with my friends and a few of us decided to play strip poker, so I quickly went to the rest of the friends and asked them for all of their extra clothes. At the end of the game, all of the players were naked except for me! I still had several shirts and pants on. I looked like a child bundled up for winter. Victory was sweet! And it was mine. Victory was swine.
Alternatively, if I worked for the newspaper in a town near Hell, Michigan, and the temperature in my town were the same as the temperature in Hell, Michigan, the front page headline would read, "It's hot as Hell!"
Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with my friends and a few of us decided to play strip poker, so I quickly went to the rest of the friends and asked them for all of their extra clothes. At the end of the game, all of the players were naked except for me! I still had several shirts and pants on. I looked like a child bundled up for winter. Victory was sweet! And it was mine. Victory was swine.
