I am Ryan's sense of warmth
I am Ryan's sense of warmth. I am angry and disappointed with Ryan. When Ryan said he was moving to Northern Alberta I was a touch dismayed. When winter came unusually early to the province and he did not move, I was very angry with him.
When the weather forecast said high of minus 28, I told him to go fuck himself and went back to Ontario. Before I left I heard reports that several of Ryan's extremities were planning a revolution.
posted by Ryan / Andy at 5:11 PM
3 Comments:
Let it be known that there is no room at the Inn for Ryan's sense of warmth. The room is occupied, temporarily by Andrew, lets hope not as temporary as Income Tax.
What kind of war reporter wanabee would let a little cold bother him.
8:20 AM
When I heard about the weather reports out in your neck of the woods, I did think of you. Mind you, I was also maniacally giggling (how's that for an oxymoron?), but it's the thought that counts or some junk, right? Take care buddy.
Jason
4:40 PM
Hey, Ryan.
If you are in Slave Lake, try saying hi to your aunt Meg.
Paul
9:25 AM
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