Last month was a fucker, wasn't it? Everybody bitching at each other and themselves, loved ones and trees collapsing, plus the weather was just lovely. We survived, maybe. Group hug.
In which I describe the month of February as a "fucker":
Last month was a fucker, wasn't it? Everybody bitching at each other and themselves, loved ones and trees collapsing, plus the weather was just lovely. We survived, maybe. Group hug.
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