I'm sick of hearing that humans abuse Mother Nature.
What are mothers for?
Frankly, can't you help us out here, Mother Nature? Do you really have to cook us alive to prove a point? Okay, so we've gone a little overboard on the lifestyle. I started driving when I was 16, and I've eaten about 4000 steaks. That's a lot of emissions. I was feeding myself, and trying to get laid. Can you blame me?
You know what? I wash all my recyclables. Peanut butter jars? Spotless. No black plastic. I get it.
Tone down the temps and do your job. Mothers aren't allowed to complain.
On the other hand, Toronto in September feels like LA. I can't really complain about that. Call it LAronto.
Look at me. Like a little kid. Changing my mind.
Sorry, mom.
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