If it is not already noticed: the snow and I, the funzt. Cold, icicles, wind gusts, rain, sleet - bring it on! I know, I like it I love. What I hate though (and this is not a dramatic exaggeration, this is pure hate in its purest form) is the shoe work and, one is forced due to slippery roads and scattered paths. Tick \u200b\u200ba shoe I would not attest, but yeah, I feel a certain affection tingly when I Brogues & Co. spy. And feelings towards the task is not known to fight, eh?
But what now? The snow is high. So high that I though my shoes, my body does not like me. He is working against me! Permanent slipping on icy surfaces, involuntary appearances as a near-bottom-bludger in the public and countless moments of shock in case (I am now breaking the Ge-nic kkkk?) Bestolperten meticulously pave my way. The solution is simple: "practical" shoes must ago. Tadaaaa ... the ugliest offenders ever! They make fat calves Stuttgart-21-type strains transformed me into a strange hybrid of a bumpkin and slurp and suck all the moisture addition on, so your feet feel cold after two hours of snow walk anyway. I hate those things. With each step, I feel like Eliott's Dragon - only without the smile.
So, if your proud among all the Ugg-makers - see a grumpy face ... trudging through the snow - and this is no dissent, to each his own I am this I probably would lead in my head just a serious relationship conversation with the winter like "Why must you so's exaggerating? ... MASHED ... In the beginning, but everything was so beautiful ... MASHED ... I thought that we ourselves .... MASHED ... now everything is so complicated .... MASHED ... Always the same .... MASHED ... It's not you, it's up to me ... MASHED.
But I not complain ... I'm so over the winter.'s A quite nice. Actually.
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