The saddest story ever told.
Possibly the best thing about Oxford is the profusion of daffodils that sprout all over, and in some of the most unlikely places at that. Recently, however, the course of events can be summarized thusly:
Daffodils (in Grundle-like tones): It's spring! It's spring! The sun is shining! *enthusiastic blooming*
Weather: FUCKYOU. *33 degrees*
Daffodils: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! *wither*
It's very sad. ._.
Daffodils (in Grundle-like tones): It's spring! It's spring! The sun is shining! *enthusiastic blooming*
Weather: FUCKYOU. *33 degrees*
Daffodils: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! *wither*
It's very sad. ._.