Dear Alaska,

Feb 29, 2012 17:20

We need to talk about snow.

Yes, I know, it makes everything all pretty and sparkly and it's symbolic of whaaaaaatever, I'm sick of it.

I would be less sick of it if you weren't being such a cocktease. I'M SO SUNNY TODAY GUYS LOOK IIIII'MMA MELT SOME SNOW CHECK ME OUT OH WHOOPS IT'S DARK I'MMA DUMP THREE MORE INCHES ALL OVER THE PLACE MUAHAHAHA.

Now I understand that if we get 18 more inches we will have officially beaten a world record, I do. And I'm prepared to cheer you on, because at this point why the fuck not. But the playful bitching needs to stop. If you're gonna snow, fucking snow. All eighteen inches right here, right now.

I realize this sounds kind of porny and because you're an immature state--not even 60 years old--you're probably sniggering about all the penis jokes you can make with all this talk of inches. G'head. Giggle away. But giggle while you pwn this record, AK, or I'm going to make Seward's Folly look like a fucking cakewalk.

XOXO,

Klu

P.S. For SANE PEOPLE, yourrighteye has podfic'd the entire Half the Chance to Go 'verse, and you should check that out asafp and also give alllll the love :DD

j2, alaska: we're cool, audiofics

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