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17157616 No.17157616 [Reply] [Original]

Whats the worst season and why is it summer?

>> No.17157625

>>17157616
It's the worst because I can't wear my favourite combo of a black hoodie and black track pants every day without feeling like I'm on fire.

>> No.17157630

>>17157616
roasties start walking around in their underwear and calling it clothing

>> No.17157642

>>17157616
Winter
>cold
>dark when you wake up
>dark getting home from work
>all plants dead
>grey skies

>> No.17157645

>>17157630
That's a good thing

>> No.17157648

>>17157616
here it's humid and warm, a terrible combination, plus I hate to wear shorts but I have to because trousers don't feel comfortable. Also it's too bright which triggers my migraine, tinnitus and other neurological disorders.

>> No.17157837

I used to like summer but living in the city makes you fucking hate summer. Stinks, fuckings clowns out at all ours, niggers act like super retards in the heat.

>> No.17157875
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17157875

>>17157837
Yeah, I hate it when these fuckers are out making a racket late at night. Honking their little horns, squeaking their noses, and driving those ridiculous little cars around. They need to be stopped.

>> No.17157890

>>17157642
winter's not great either, fall is the obvious choice

>> No.17157901

>>17157642
Spring is only for the overmen
>Misty brisk twilight when you wake, no ice anymore. The snow is gone and has left the earth to grow.
>The dawning sun cuts apart the morning fog.
>The flowers highlight dewy grasslands with color and the forests have returned a deep, verdant green.
>The animals have awoken from their slumber, birds sing and play, deer and rabbits dart past the treeline.
>A refreshing breeze accompanies you daylong.
>Even at the height of the day's sun, the weather never makes it past balmy.
>Evening comes, it is not an inky black blanket of somber silence. Insects buzz and frogs croak.
>At night, the temperature drops to optimal sleeping perfection. Nowhere near hot enough to sweat, and cold enough to use a thick, flowing blanket.

anon, der morgige tag ist mein