Shit I hate about summer

I know I know. Me and Buhster complain endlessly when the cold weather hits and we beg for a reprieve. Now that it's warming up I'm still complaining. That's because I'm an asshole and I get to do that.

Allow me to tell you the shit I hate about Spring/Summer:

1. Squirrels--those little bastards are creepy and crazy, running around like they ain't got no damn sense and scaring the shit out of me with their beady little eyes.

2. Frisbee--is it a hobby, is it a sport, or is it just a bunch of douches running back and forth across a landscaped yard without their shirts on?

3. Pigeons--I don't even want to get into my hatred of all birds

4. Stank asses--deodorant is important to use year-round people, year-round

5. Ugly men with nice cars--they seem to think that the sunlight will blind me into thinking they're cute while they ride past being obnoxious

6. Naked women--sigh, put some clothes on

7. Company picnics--we're all going to be forced into social interaction, sometimes on our own damn time, with people we'd rather only see between the hours of 9-5.

Query: Crackhead Compliments

I'm still rocking the weave and I released my inner ghetto-girl with some cornrows and some corkscrews that I stole off the head of some poor Chinese woman. I'm walking down the street and a bonafide crackhead was like "oooh girl, I like your hair!"

This gave me pause. Can you believe the compliment of a crackhead? Or is it like getting hit on by a homeless man who tells you, you sure do look good...yeah buddy, and so does a free chicken dinner.