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So I bike home from Walter's house after a night of shenanigans (and little World of Warcraft playing).
The first thing I hear when I enter my neighborhood is:
"We're going Streaking!"
and a naked guy running down my street.
It's 48 degrees out.
I could just hear him thinking as he tip-toe jumped back to the house "Fuck it's cold!" and his balls receding back into his body.
Though I can't really say anything to that fact, cause we did a swim at 10:15.
September 25 2005, 00:13:43 UTC 6 years ago
You're crazy! It's like 75 degrees here and everyone's putting on coats and whinging about how cold it is. Wimps.
Jemma