It’s been warm here all week (Edinburgh) apart from a shower a few days ago. Even when it was overcast earlier this week, it was warm enough to wear shorts.
WILLASS:
Well, I’m sat here at work soaked to the bone looking like a drowned fucking rat and shaking like a shitting dog. I am freezing cold and I feel miserable. When I left the house for my leisurely walk to work the weather seemed to be fair (not perfect but warm), I get five minutes into my walk and the heavens open, I literally look like I have been standing under a power shower! Now we have had some pretty spectacular weather over the last month but it always seems to turn just when I am out in it. Today is a prime example - I mean it stopped fucking raining when I stepped through the bleedin’ door! Now the weather forecast has deigned to piss all over my upcoming weekend spent on my girlfriends canal barge and will almost certainly put a halt to my BBQ plans. When am I going to get to eat delicious, succulent jerked chicken? I seem to spend all my shifts at work looking out of the window at the people enjoying the sun and when my turn to go out to play comes up it pisses it down. I’m pretty sure it’s a family curse; you see my dad has a similar problem. He has recently retired and has decided to sail round the Med. In his travels over the past two years he went to Ibiza to find it was the rainiest it has been in thirty years and the first time since then that the river had actually flowed on the island, on top of that he left his boat moored in the Balearics (I forget exactly where) and his boat got hit by a tidal wave caused by an earthquake in Algiers which knackered his engines. The last straw was when he had to come home over the winter because the storms were so violent. All my childhood holidays seemed to pass sitting inside playing games and looking forlornly out of the window at the drizzle cascading down the panes. I really need to get a tan but I think I am destined to die pasty, and cold. That is all.
Ya know WILLASS , I’ll bet you’d warm up right quick if you were to finish the wax job on your privates you were waxing poetic about. Or you’d forget all about being cold and concentrate on being in pain.
::d&r::
The awful truth is, is that the clouds find you irresistably sexually attractive, and they are ejaculating on you.
Have a nice day!
