God dammit, Duncan! Every time I’m feeling sorry for myself, you pop up and make me look like a real jerk. Here I am, freezing my ass off and not wanting to have to walk on my two legs to my car and drive to the office. Here I am, laying on the couch because I’ve already decided that I’m not showering this morning because fuck how cold it will be when I get out. And then there you are, two legs and happy as can be. There you are, instead of fearing the snow you’re yelling “GUYS! OUTSIDE! LOOK AT THIS STUFF! BEST DAY EVER!!!!” I swear I’m going to start enjoying life as much as you do, Duncan. I swear.
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