Winter will be upon us soon, my children. The whipping winds of the autumnal season will be an harbinger of what is to come... freezing white death. Who can survive the snowy-cold sleep of Earth's Ice Maiden? There is no hope!
Yes, I am aware that it is September... but I want to be ominous and foreboding now!
Enjoy the heat while you can. Fools. Eat your popping-sicles. Shave your legs. Frolic in your garden of summery delights. But don't look behind you, whatever you do. Winter's icy grip will grasp your frail shoulder before you know it. And I'll be there. In the corner, laughing. Smoking a cigar, wrapped in my brown mink pelt with owl feather lining overcoat of "I told you so."
Where are my dick jokes???
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