It's August First. We only have one more month of Summer.
a.) That really bums me out. I love Summertime and with it all the Ecstasy that I sell to rock festival asshole-kids. And they never suspect that indeed what I've sold them and which they ingest is not Ecstasy but actually rat poison!! Enjoy the Skrillex show, cock-suckers!!!! (25%)
b.) I don't like Summer actually. I get too hot and sweaty. Like...my ass, for instance. It sweats all over the couch. And then there is just brown, chunky, sweat on my furniture. Brown, chunky, stinky, rough sweat. Come to think of it, maybe I don't sweat after all. Maybe I have a shitting-myself-issue. Damn. (24%)
c.) I like Summer Sanders, former Olympian. I'd like to take her on a date to a museum and, when we're looking at artwork, give her a hand-drawn picture of my sickly dick that I made for her. (25%)
d.) I like all the seasons--- Summer, Winter, Autumn, Tug-Time, Pee-Pee, Flick-Fuck--- they're ALL good! (26%)