In case you weren’t well aware, it’s fucking cold outside. Our nipples are hard. Our freshly showered hair is freezing during our two minute walk to Butler. And we hate it. Bwog is tired of this miserably freezing weather. That’s why we’re going to be curled around a fire at tonight’s meeting, wearing our onesies, sipping hard warm apple cider. […]
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