St. Louis Heat
It is mother-f'ing hot in this mother-f'ing state right now. 103 yesterday, not even factoring in humidity.
I have never seen so many pairs of jean shorts.
Without exaggerating, I would seriously give a finger for a week off in San Francisco. I swear to never bitch about fog again, Saint Francis. Sitting on the patio of Finnegan's Wake in Cole Valley with a cold beer in hand, surrounded by friends wearing sweaters and fleece, awaiting my turn on the ping pong table, sounds nothing short of orgasmic right now.
Anybody need a severed finger? Think of all of the non-Wendy's (its been done, and poorly at that) things you can do with my left pinky finger.
I have never seen so many pairs of jean shorts.
Without exaggerating, I would seriously give a finger for a week off in San Francisco. I swear to never bitch about fog again, Saint Francis. Sitting on the patio of Finnegan's Wake in Cole Valley with a cold beer in hand, surrounded by friends wearing sweaters and fleece, awaiting my turn on the ping pong table, sounds nothing short of orgasmic right now.
Anybody need a severed finger? Think of all of the non-Wendy's (its been done, and poorly at that) things you can do with my left pinky finger.
posted by Jason Lott at 3:36 PM
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