And so what, it’s hot in Texas And worse in Arizona. I know. I’m banged up.
In truth, December destroyed me. January crushed me. By February, I was not myself. March rolled in like beatings and rolled out like a bear hug. In April I stared out the window for a fucking month. I don’t want October. I don’t want November. I don’t want to feel those crippling blows that I can’t explain to myself, my friends or you so I soften them with hours of Nintendo.
Please give me Caye Caulker, my feet in the water, someone who doesn’t yawn when I go on and I’ll be thinking of her long after the summer. Long after the crowd is bored and talking shit and moved away and everybody’s gone so the winter never kills me. Winter won’t kill me.
Cracked was challenged to put ice water on our heads in support of ALS. We have in turned challenged our good buddies/enemies for life CollegeHumor. This was the second time Soren and I covered ourselves in ice water together. The first time was for a different thing.
The first time remains a closely guarded secret and you’ll never get the details out of us.