That is pure, natural, relaxation talent.
I thought we had a deal, March?
You were going to get warmer. I was going to go outside more. We had a plan.
Then I woke up this morning to see what you had done.
You go and throw more of that white shit around like you were your short, frigid bitch of a cousin, February. Close to a foot of snow in the second half of the month? Come on, March. Don't do me that way.
It's like you just don't care anymore, March. I think you're doing this just to make me cry.
I hate you.