

then summer comes. mother nature breaks it off. who needs a man? she becomes more interested in summer flings with mr. thunder and lord lightning. i mean can you really blame her? there is nothing better then a summer thuderstorm. she enjoys those hot muggy charleston nights spent on the docks with cold beers and great friends. however, every now and then when you feel a cool breeze in the air or a cold front comes through, it's probably jack frost making a booty call.
but seriously jack, isn't it time for you to hit the road? my allergies are killing me.
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