If the seasons were people, Fall would be the attractive, clean-cut, sophisticated one. Winter is just be a cold-hearted bitch that everyone just wants to go away. Spring is cute and playful and can be pretty fun. But, summer?
I've vanquished the flab in my bookshelves, oiled the joints on my bifocal sunglasses, and bulked up the piles of new reading material.
You would think, with cable television and the internet, that we've come a long way since Carlin's "Seven Word." But we really haven't.