Dear snow,
I like you. I like you an awful, awful lot. To me, you are what today’s youths normally refer to as ‘a friend’.
I like you because I live within walking distance of work, and I can laugh at all the poor cunts who are stuck in the destructive bedlam of London’s snow-induced transportation blackout.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!
You made my day bright and lovely.
Love,
Munky
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