If you are feeling a strong urge to pat me on my precious head, I am okay with that. Really. It was the same idea my brother had when I called and woke him up at 7 am to see the GodLovesMe! Confetti. Except he worded it a little differently. Something about patting my behind. With his foot.
I'm about to run outside and make me some naked snowangel happiness.
I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING.
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I'm adding more pics for the sake of posterity~ so when I wake up dead of heat stroke in August I'll have something that proves there actually are cold days in what feels like hell.
PS.
I can hear you snow blessed people rolling your eyes.
You'd better stop that before they get stuck in the back of your heads.
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I'm adding more pics for the sake of posterity~ so when I wake up dead of heat stroke in August I'll have something that proves there actually are cold days in what feels like hell.
PS.
I can hear you snow blessed people rolling your eyes.
You'd better stop that before they get stuck in the back of your heads.
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