It’s cold, and I don’t like the sound the styrofoam makes. It hurts my ears. But there’s this one trench I dug with my butt cheeks though, over in the corner. It’s alright. Doesn’t really excite me, but whatever. It’s what I’ve got. That and the beer and an occasional sandwich. It’s nice. I hate bologna though. Bologna is dumb. It’s cold in here.
Hey! Have you seen the shit outside of the cooler? Crazy, man. To be truthful, I don’t really think it’s all that great. I mean, what’s the deal with all that sand? And the beers, the beers never return full. Scary. I think I’ll just stay here. I’ve got a nice little groove where I can fit my butt cheeks, and that’s all I really need. I don’t need that other stuff. I’ve got the inside of my cooler, and they can keep all that flesh, it’s too cold for that much flesh. Plus, I like it in here alright. It can be nice.
I mean, I kinda wish someone would put some clothes on outside this cooler, it’s too cold. Don’t they know that it’s too cold? Maybe I should tell them. I don’t want to leave the cooler though. It’s nice in here. My ears hurt.