My girlfriend recently asked what winter was like in Los Angeles.

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“It rains,” I replied, “Then people drive real slow.”

“Then they drive real fast leading to crashes. Then back to slow.”
"A few days of that and we're back in the high sixties and sunny."

"I can't wait." She referred to an upcoming move to the Golden State from her ever creeping closer to the glaciers Michigan.


Well, she might have said "You suck." actually.

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  1. Sizzle2:12 PM

    it's not really ever "winter" in parts of california. and all i did was move to seattle! imagine if i'd move back east...i'd have died trapped in a snow drift or something.

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  2. Anonymous9:52 AM

    Congratulations on the move. That's really exciting.

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