When you live out where the street ends...

June's arrival has got me a bit bummed out. Why, you ask? Well, it's the time of year when that ghastly season known as summer starts to shake off the lint and stretch out its arms. Bah, I hate summer. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Oh, but it's so nice out! So nice and warm and bright and green... hah! HOT and STICKY. That's my view on summer. Now, I know that some of you love being miserable and sweaty, but that ain't me. Ah yes, but the girls in skimpy clothes... yes, that would be a benefit. However, the only people I ever see in a state of undress are hairy fat guys, so I miss out in that respect. So buzz off, summer, don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out! Don't need ass-prints on my door.