I hate the cold. It’s depressing, stifling and without merit. I’d much rather prefer to live on the outskirts of the desert, where I only deal in cold at night, when I’m asleep or at least happy. But during the day? No sir. This white powder is awful too.
This time of year only compounds the matter. Awkward holiday parties at the office where you have to pretend like you enjoy the company of these savages. College bowl games not worth spit beyond the money you gamble on them. Flight prices got jacked. And it’s cold.
But I did mention the gambling, didn’t I?