ITS FUCKING COLD AND SNOWING
How is it snowing if it's -10°F out?
You're looking for this person.Blam, when it snowed here it was like twenty degrees. Maybe 15. I dunno.
Anyway, hte weather around these parts has been quite agreeable of late: about 40-50.
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."Well, usually if it's subzero it's too cold to snow. That's what I meant.
You're looking for this person.Oh.
I had no idea.
IN THESE POSTS: Ignorant Texan tries to talk about cold
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"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."It's like Fimbulwinter over there. It scares me.
INT is knowing a tomato is a fruit. WIS is knowing it doesn't belong in a fruit salad. CHA is convincing people that it does.Snow's already gone, but it's absolutely freezing.
Welcome To TV Tropes | How To Write An Example | Text Formatting Rules | List Of Shows That Need Summary | TV Tropes Forum | Know The StaffIt's not particularly cold, but it is sleeting. Mildly, now, though apparently it was worse earlier.
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."It's official: This winter is officially the snowiest in DC history. The old record was set in 1899.
The government is closed again today (Thursday) because the roads are still very, very bad; even the plows can't move in some cases. I'll most likely be working from home since there's no way I'm going to make to the office in anything short of a Humvee.
online since 1993 | huge retrocomputing and TV nerd | lee4hmz.info (under construction) | heapershangout.comWhoa, Tangent, you're getting snow?
We're just getting lots and lots of rain.
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."14°F, no wind at all. Holy shit, that's nicer than it's been in forever.
You're looking for this person.I got snow, but they didn't cancel class this week. Had to get my skiing jacket out.
Fight smart, not fair.

62 degrees and a full moon.
I'ma cut A,B,C,D in the top of your head. But don't worry sugar you ain't gone be dead.