Looks like Christmas at 55 degrees
This latitude weakens my knees
Well, I may have lost the football pool to my arch-rival Mike, but I'm not too upset because in a few short hours I'll be at home.
No Christmas at 55 degrees for me.
So I will soon leave the cold little town of Peace River for the mighty suburb of Langley, where there's better restaurants, more traffic and everybody knows my name.
Tonight will be good. Going out for dinner with my parents, then when Chris gets off work, me, him, Jer, Ian, Bucholtz (and probably Mike!) are going to Slapshots where we'll proceed to get loaded. It's Bucholtz 19th birthday today too. Now he's "allowd to buy beers"
I don't think I've ever been this excited for a green christmas in my entire life.
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