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Today, Shirt, and For: found this HUMERUS Im having my left leg amputated today. I wore this shirt and wrote this on my leg for the surgeons. If I couldnt laugh about it
Today, Shirt, and For: found this
 HUMERUS
Im having my left leg amputated today. I wore this shirt and wrote this on my leg for the surgeons. If I couldnt laugh about it

Im having my left leg amputated today. I wore this shirt and wrote this on my leg for the surgeons. If I couldnt laugh about it

Today, Shirt, and For: found this HUMERUS Im having my left leg amputated today. I wore this shirt and wrote this on my leg for the surgeons. If I couldnt laugh about it
Today, Shirt, and For: found this
 HUMERUS
Im having my left leg amputated today. I wore this shirt and wrote this on my leg for the surgeons. If I couldnt laugh about it

Im having my left leg amputated today. I wore this shirt and wrote this on my leg for the surgeons. If I couldnt laugh about it

Today, Shirt, and For: found this HUMERUS Im having my left leg amputated today. I wore this shirt and wrote this on my leg for the surgeons. If I couldnt laugh about it
Today, Shirt, and For: found this
 HUMERUS
Im having my left leg amputated today. I wore this shirt and wrote this on my leg for the surgeons. If I couldnt laugh about it

Im having my left leg amputated today. I wore this shirt and wrote this on my leg for the surgeons. If I couldnt laugh about it

Alive, Bruh, and Cars: robotmango it's ninety-nine degrees outside, four fuck-thousand percent humidity, and my husband was like, "i'm gonna go for a bike ride." and i was like "why. no. why don't put us on the news like that. local fool collapses on unnecessary journey don't do it." so he says he doesn't want to "hide in the house" because the sun is shining. bruh. honeybruh. "the sun is shining" does not cover it. its hot outside. its motherfucking hot as fuck outside. our outdoor plants have been crying into their hands all week. whole cars are melting into the sewer. our fucking patio umbrella developed sentience to ask me for lemonade this mornin awed-frog @robotmango, you need to work for the weather forecast this was both hilarious and so vivid it made me stand up and get some iced tea robotmango this is a great idea, thank you. here goes. my audition tape for the weather channel. dearly beloved. we are gathered here today to have a fucking funeral for the outdoors. it had a good run, with all its creeks and clouds and shit pretty great. now it's ten-thirty at night but still ninety-two asshole-sweating degrees and humid as fuck. everything is hot and slimy, like being a "borrower" that got trapped inside a bottle of shampoo and then accidentally microwaved you can see on my doppler radar that nothing is moving around out there because everything is probably dead. the only alive thing is the mosquito currently trying to drill a hole in my leg. no surprise that all the shitbag mosquitos are fine, since the thermostat of hell is always at the devil's preferred temperature. this forecast has gotten away from me a little, but in conclusion fuck the sun scarylullabies I think I've reblogged this before, but "the thermostat of hell is always at the devil's preferred temperature" is fucking poetry heywetotheotherworld but in conclusion, fuck the sun Why isnt OP on the Weather Channel yet?
Alive, Bruh, and Cars: robotmango
 it's ninety-nine degrees outside, four fuck-thousand percent humidity, and my
 husband was like, "i'm gonna go for a bike ride." and i was like "why. no. why
 don't put us on the news like that. local fool collapses on unnecessary journey
 don't do it." so he says he doesn't want to "hide in the house" because the sun
 is shining. bruh. honeybruh. "the sun is shining" does not cover it. its hot
 outside. its motherfucking hot as fuck outside. our outdoor plants have been
 crying into their hands all week. whole cars are melting into the sewer. our
 fucking patio umbrella developed sentience to ask me for lemonade this
 mornin
 awed-frog
 @robotmango, you need to work for the weather forecast this was both
 hilarious and so vivid it made me stand up and get some iced tea
 robotmango
 this is a great idea, thank you. here goes. my audition tape for the weather
 channel. dearly beloved. we are gathered here today to have a fucking funeral
 for the outdoors. it had a good run, with all its creeks and clouds and shit
 pretty great. now it's ten-thirty at night but still ninety-two asshole-sweating
 degrees and humid as fuck. everything is hot and slimy, like being a "borrower"
 that got trapped inside a bottle of shampoo and then accidentally microwaved
 you can see on my doppler radar that nothing is moving around out there
 because everything is probably dead. the only alive thing is the mosquito
 currently trying to drill a hole in my leg. no surprise that all the shitbag
 mosquitos are fine, since the thermostat of hell is always at the devil's preferred
 temperature. this forecast has gotten away from me a little, but in conclusion
 fuck the sun
 scarylullabies
 I think I've reblogged this before, but "the thermostat of hell is always at the
 devil's preferred temperature" is fucking poetry
 heywetotheotherworld
 but in conclusion, fuck the sun
Why isnt OP on the Weather Channel yet?

Why isnt OP on the Weather Channel yet?