The news stations are backing off the astronomical claims they've been making all week for 15-20 inches. The accuweather.com boston page literally says "10.2 inches" "4-8 inches" and "rain sleet mix" all on the same page for the same time and area. I'm calling it right now, the awesome work-killing snow storm we were all promised will just be an icy death trap of a commute that will be good for nothing except a Youtube ready video of me falling down the steps of the Quincy Center t station face first.
My bro just called, he lives in Townsend. They got smoked there w/ 2 feet of snow. he was on his way to work and his drivers side windshield wiper stopped working. He had to turn around and go home, haha.
As I went out to clear off my car around the block, I could clearly hear a woman sobing. I went outside and I guess she decided to not shovel her car out, but just beastmode it out of the small snow embankment she had been stuck in.
This would have been a great idea and saved her plenty of time if:
A. She had actually looked to see if there was anyone in the road.
or.
B. If there wasn't a fucking gargantuan yellow plow coming her way.
Needless to say, she vroomed out of her spot and and right into the path of "don't fuck wit' me I ben ploying since 5am" driver.
Ka-Runch.
Whatever, non-pussies can enjoy severe roof damage and leaks. Why don't you vacate your 40 degree house and go hang out with Doomkid in his snow fort, it's probably warmer there.
I'm already at work, and commute on the T so I don't even give a fuck about this snow anymore. My boss is out sick, and all my jobs are getting canceled left and right. If paying me to fuck around on the internet all day is more valuable to my work then paying me to stay home so be it.
I'm already at work, and commute on the T so I don't even give a fuck about this snow anymore. My boss is out sick, and all my jobs are getting canceled left and right. If paying me to fuck around on the internet all day is more valuable to my work then paying me to stay home so be it.
this storm thankfully did not deliver. my area of Worcester is a death trap, the plows can't fit down the streets anymore so every where you go is a gauntlet run.
this storm thankfully did not deliver. my area of Worcester is a death trap, the plows can't fit down the streets anymore so every where you go is a gauntlet run.
only staying in all day playing with action figures is real
I was shoveling the steps to the front door of my house yesterday, and realized the bands on the side where there wasn't even plowing were up to my chest. Never been that high in the 11 years I've lived here.
By that rationale, Dana DeArmond's precious puckered smucker would be analogous (see what I did there?) to that magickal red-glowing hole under the stairs in The Amityville Horror. Or some sort of Fulcian portal complete with Goblin/Frizzi soundtrack.
By that rationale, Dana DeArmond's precious puckered smucker would be analogous (see what I did there?) to that magickal red-glowing hole under the stairs in The Amityville Horror. Or some sort of Fulcian portal complete with Goblin/Frizzi soundtrack.
I am convinced you are the George Zimmer troll (who is my alliterative hero). Can you either confirm or deny this?
