Dear Texas,
We all know how you feel about yourself. Self love is a good way not to get someone or yourself pregnant, but for you, it’s just odd. The state of Texas tattoos, the giant state of Texas emblems on every highway bridge, and the Texas-sized. . . . .well, everything. We get it, you’re a big state. Well, I’m from Michigan so I thought I would one up you and get myself a state of Michigan tattoo:
What do you think?
Although I wish that splotchy, pasty white chest with oddly positioned nipples could be mine, it’s not. But you see how ridiculous it is to get a TATOO OF A STATE, right? Good.
Now that that’s settled, let’s talk about weather.
Now that that’s settled, let’s talk about weather.
Triple Digits for a week straight? Seriously? Thanks to you, my A/C blew up two days ago. I had one hooottt dog when I got home. And not the yummy, questionable meat kind either. Our apartment was about 98 degrees when I got home Tuesday and Nick Lachey wasn’t even there. No, but seriously, the thermometer read 98 degrees. (Read: The sweat dropped down my balls) It was a swamp-ass nightmare.
So, in conclusion, I’m leaving you tomorrow. We’re going to the Carolinas to get away from your hot, sticky mess and to a place where state pride is demonstrated by flying a confederate flag out the back of your pick-up. Good day, sir.
I said good day!
I win,
mr. overly competitive
Pee.S - Don’t forget to check out “Would you Rather. . . . .” daily. I promise it will give you a warm and fuzzy feeling inside and make your day more interesting. . . . . . .or at least a bit more humorous!
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