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When I was growing up snow was that beautiful white stuff on the mountains above town. Now it's that brown stuff in the street...
Ice see your point and I get your drift. But then again, I'm a flake.
Why not go with the floe since there's really no reason to be polarizing?
There’s been a blizzard of replies and this thread is starting to snowball.
It snow joke. I thaw on the weather channel that we might get some of the white stuff next week, but they're often wrong. When I bring it up, I get an icy reception. I might be drifting off-subject, here - but the tv weatherman might be skating on thin ice. It's a slippery slope when they're wrong all the time. The weather guy on CBS paid the Price for his weather reporting.
He was met with an avalanche of complaints, I guess.
hahaha, thanks for the replies!
Can the Viking's season get any more crazy?
We are all still digging out. Schools were closed today (in the city even) because buses don't have room to get down streets and pick up kids.
And, this is a glorious story. On hour two of digging my car out on Saturday, some idiot in a white 4-door Mitsubishi comes around the corner at, oh, 2 mph while spinning his tires at 90-100 mph...and doesn't stop. He crawls down the street in a puff of blue smoke, burning rubber. I walk down to ask him if he needs help and suggest he doesn't spin his tires/run his engine quite so fast and the young man (ate teens/early 20s) tells me that he doesn't care. I try and given him a push, but I stopped after he said, "I have to stop, my engine is really hot". So, I retreat to my house and by the time I have all my gear off, I smell smoke......then hear sirens.... THE IDIOT STARTED HIS CAR ON FIRE! And, not only did it start on fire - the FD also had to saw off his hood to get at the engine, further totaling his car.
IDIOT!
hahaha, thanks for the replies!
Can the Viking’s season get any more crazy?
We are all still digging out. Schools were closed today (in the city even) because buses don’t have room to get down streets and pick up kids.
And, this is a glorious story. On hour two of digging my car out on Saturday, some idiot in a white 4-door Mitsubishi comes around the corner at, oh, 2 mph while spinning his tires at 90-100 mph…and doesn’t stop. He crawls down the street in a puff of blue smoke, burning rubber. I walk down to ask him if he needs help and suggest he doesn’t spin his tires/run his engine quite so fast and the young man (ate teens/early 20s) tells me that he doesn’t care. I try and given him a push, but I stopped after he said, “I have to stop, my engine is really hotâ€. So, I retreat to my house and by the time I have all my gear off, I smell smoke……then hear sirens…. THE IDIOT STARTED HIS CAR ON FIRE! And, not only did it start on fire - the FD also had to saw off his hood to get at the engine, further totaling his car.
IDIOT!
It's a Mitsubishi, so it's no real loss. And how is it that people in MN don't know how to drive in snow?
I'd have to agree with it being no real loss. And, at least ONE Minnesotan who does't know how to drive in snow is off the streets!
He's only off the streets until Mom loans him the minivan so he can run out and get that tongue-piercing he desperately needs.
Chill out, peeps. No need to get frosty about this topic. My eyes are starting to glacier over and I think I'm gonna take a powder since I don't want to be a rinky dink skate goat. I'm sorry to pack it in but things are going downhill.
Ellie is lion! Santa Claws is not a pussy. Don't take her yarn litter-ally cause that would be a catastrophe. If you don't believe me, ask your paw.
Cats not fair! I thought that you'd be feline the love for me, but apparently calling those kitties in the snow a bunch of pussies was too much. Guess I strayed off subject and it caused a catfight.
Now you're keeping tabbies on me. What to do?
It seems that Nomo is trying to milk it, as he likes to do meow and then. Persian-ally, I never saucer such boldness. He must be feline alright, aways landing on his feet, even after taking his licks but who does he think he's kitten?
Well, at least he's a feral of fun.
Oh, well, if the hissy fits, wear it.
And in the words of Shakespeare, tabby or not tabby.
I just had to post this. I couldn't go anywhere today!