You know, these cabins aren't bad. I could almost pretend I was at a ski resort, if it weren't for the lousy service. No mints on the pillows, and no one's shown up to get the dirty linens yet.
Not that I ski, anyway. Fucking snow.
Define irony: A man only gains the ability to enjoy life after it has ended.
Pretty impressive call on the weather. I
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