Have you ever met someone for the first time who was a real dick?
I did. It’s almost like, I forgot what a dick was, until I met one recently. It’s like cold weather, you block it out of your memory and then romanticize about it when it’s hot outside and think, I miss the cold weather, I miss snowflakes , and I miss sipping hot cocoa in a warm cashmere sweater by Donna Karen, but when you’re actually faced nose to nose with a real bitter cold day it’s really like:
“Oh, I remember you, I remember your cold face, I remember the anger and hatred towards you harbouring in my soul while I waited for the train in 3 degree weather. AND YOU ARE SUCH DICK.
You even give a bad name to the word dick. A dick just wants to cuddle in a warm place. YOU ARE SUCH A DICK.
no dicks were harmed in the making of this blog. Well, hopefully one