If you're living in or around Boston, you've been really hammered by snow.
I mean, snow has basically violated you, pinning you down in a dark alley and slapping you repeatedly with snowflakes.
Look at you guys, the sky has covered you head-to-toe in ice-juice. You're practically dripping in it.
The skies didn't let you go. They held you captive and assaulted you with snow. Day in and day out.
Pick yourselves up and get to a hospital. You've been snowed on. It's important not to shower, so as not to remove crucial evidence of your snow-attacker.
The rest of the world does NOT blame you, Boston. You are a victim of snow. Others have been sprinkled and flat-out spanked before.
Although, I can't say I'll ever visit you again. You're pretty much frozen and untouchable...
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1 comment:
Give me a break, all those people walking around with their furry coats and mittens and little folded umbrellas in their attache cases?? Please, how about being a little bit more responsible - you can't just prance around under an open sky with snow gear on and expect sunshine.
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