Snow.

As of yesterday there was a thin coating of the above substance on the cars of Zizkov. Inside the Blind Eye snowballs flew as fast as the movements of the giant guide dog humping a hippy from behind. A six foot eight naked Czech screamed ‘two candles!’ and ‘de do prdele!’ at us. An American kid explained to me how the word ‘is’ should be eliminated from the language and replaced with ‘seems to me to be’. It seems to me to be the case that he should have a snowball in his face too.
I love this freezing fucking cold city.

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