Man I hate acne. And she hates me in return.

I sure do wish snow was made from vodka flakes. I'd eat a lot more of it than I currently do. I'd like winter a lot better too. In fact I hate winter and I blame Jesus for making it go on as long as it does. Sorry, Jesus but you already knew that cause you read minds.

Anyway.

Vodka snow.

I'd eat it up.

I'd charge people to scoop my walks, in fact.

Even if my mom said, "Don't eat snow, it's dirty." And she would say that because that's what she says about eating anything. It's dirty.

I would say that I wouldn't eat snow but you know I would. I'd eat snow and rub my nipples afterward from the joy.