They say Summer bodies are made in the Winter. Well, shit. Here I is lookin’ sloppy in a gucci boardshort and you go on and catch all hope’s body. So obviously the pizza intake needn’t slow in the face of futility– fair nuf. But take this as a lesson, yung blud. Summer bodies are made in the Winter, but Winter atmospheres are perfected in the Summer. Get proactive about the first chilly day of the year. Pigeons start peacocking the sweaters they bought off-season, and spiced latte jokes get dusted off for a new run. Hoes get wifey when the mercury retrogrades, and there you’ll be, fireside with wun two’s discog and a gnac.