You guys, please don’t send me mean emails or stab my boobies with your PittGirl voodoo doll (I’m looking at you, Dread Lord Zober), but …
I’m ready for fall.
I’m loving this coolish spell. Loving the breeze.
I can’t wear shorts, you see, because I’m on Plavix for this stupid blood clot in my neck and Plavix means if an inchworm crawls a little too enthusiastically upon your flesh, you will bruise. My legs look like Heinz Field after Bane got done with it; therefore, I can’t wear flesh-baring clothing or total strangers with concerned expressions will hand me domestic abuse pamphlets.
So this cool weather is perfect. I’m ready to pull out my scarves and do-me boots and walk through the brisk downtown breeze while sipping a pumpkin spice latte.
Do you hate me?
Anyway, thanks to Batman, it snowed today in the block near the William Penn.
(Pic courtesy of my cousin)
Here’s another from @CarlZappa on twitter:
And here’s the best thing you’ll read all day:
I had a joke but I lost it. Something The Foggy Goggle something something juice box something tramp stamp.
It was hilarious.