A long, long time ago during a Christmas party at my house, three sets of butt prints mysteriously appeared in the frost on this bench. One of them is mine, I think the center pair. Okay, so I guess knowing that makes it less mysterious. This, children, was what we were reduced to doing when there was no snow to flop down and make angels in. I believe this falls under the heading of making your own fun.
It's so easy to be mean under the guise of anonymity.
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