Pickering Angels

A Cold Assed SAD Cure

lebeau

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Sep 4, 2005
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Though I did manage to experience a brief dose of southern US sunshine on the weekend between airports, I am currently bored, and fairly confident that the sun will never shine again on southern Ontario.

I think the clinical name for this condition is SAD.

Anywho, it got me to thinking about growing up in the north of this province and of how we--a bunch of early teen assholes--used to try to greet the first snowfall (the first that stayed, that is) by gathering in the schoolyard, dropping our pants and planting our lily white asses in the snow for a few seconds. The vegan, bean-eater types also typically unleashed a flurry of flatulence.

I think this was our way of say uckfu ooyou to winter.

All of this leads me to a few questions: Is there a woman capable of producing in a man the same feeling of liberation that dropping a skinny, white ass into a pile of northern Ontario snow produces? Is there any interest in arranging an enormous ass-in-snow-drop for Toronto's first snow fall? Maybe in High Park, where people exposing themselves is pretty much expected anyway. And, last, if you fart in a snowbank, does a bubble appear in the spring?
 
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