Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Come Lick the Sweat from my Body



Fuck, I'm melting away here... and this is, like, the country with eskimoes and polar bears walking the streets and stuff. The Land of Perpetual Twilight. The Nation of Tall Blonde Chicks Dressed in Nothing but Fur. Goeran's Pigsty. You know, Sweden. It's not supposed to be 165 degrees Celsius in the shadow.

I need an Al-Qaida. But I can't go out because the sun would destroy me. So who's gonna fix it for me? I call on thee, gentle Superblog!! reader. Fail me in this and your life is forfeit. The moment of Truth is upon us.

5 comments:

Matthew said...

Just try to think ice cold thoughts.

Moocko said...

My green grass turned yellow-brownish today.

Uncle Sammy said...

Be smarter! Go to northern Sweden like I did. Everything is cold and awesome here!

The Stalker said...

Go to the north pole

Sara said...

I am sun burned on top of sun burn. I got that from walking to the post box directly outside the front door.

I hate Ohio summers.