It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s miserable.

As we climb over crackheads in our northern urban setting….we have to remember that somewhere out there is a tropical climate filled with bitches in bikinis who we’re not staring at because of our life choices…which can either inspire us to make changes and leave our comfort zone as we chase the fucking ALOHA life…ENDLESS SUMMER SURF BRO shit…or we can just accept our fate and stare at all the bikinis on the internet to distract us from actually living, since it’s easier to get our bikini creeping through pics and videos on a computer or phone screen…

I mean what do you expect, to put actual effort into living your best life, what are you, some kind of over achiever…

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