In fact, I enjoy a lot of music and especially the types that generated from the 60s and 70s. I point this out because of my zeal for The Doors. Hail Jim Morrison, Robby Krieger, John Densmore, and Ray Manzarek. I, for one, am sick of the disapproving looks of the ongoing pedestrian population. So I urge the few smokers on campus to unite and punch the next jerk that interrupts your one pleasurable segment of the day.
Violence is always the answer.
Not much past 40 degrees F, if that, even. Unlike that blasted Wisconsin leeching off us , the stereotypical Minnesotan exists no matter how much Minnesotans may argue it. Garrison Keillor tells it like it is whether the locals want to admit it or not. Only a Minnesotan would be eating ice cream outside in weather like this dressed in a simple sweatshirt and jeans, happy as an eskimo with a snowball. I climbed on, thankful that it got here before the limbs on my poor hypothermic body started falling off from frostbite.