Ice
I hate ice. I hate ice that’s outside of the door of my car, that I slip on and contort myself into some foreign position, resulting in sore muscles and bruises.
I hate ice.
Tomorrow, I’m investing in Ice Melt.
I hate ice. I hate ice that’s outside of the door of my car, that I slip on and contort myself into some foreign position, resulting in sore muscles and bruises.
I hate ice.
Tomorrow, I’m investing in Ice Melt.