My forecast is funny? Funny how? Well, it’s finally the end of February, and I gotta tell ya, this has been one sh*tty month. I mean, every day you either froze your a** off, or got buried in a big f**ing pile of snow, or both. Enough already!
So you’re probably thinking: tomorrow’s the first of March. It’s gonna get better, right? No. It ain’t gettin’ better, it’s gettin’ worse! Can you believe this sh*t?
Tonight’s low will be minus 10, with wind chills in the mid-frickin-minus twenties. And, oh yeah, we’ll have a couple inches of snow by morning. Then tomorrow it gets even worse, when the wind blows snow all over the place. Don’t even think about leaving the city, like if you were gonna drive out to the middle of nowhere with something that absolutely positively has to disappear overnight. Highway driving is just too nasty with all this frickin’ blowing and drifting because the frickin’ county is too frickin’ cheap to put up frickin’ snow fences like they used to do.
So that’s the weekend forecast. I’m outta here. Gonna catch a plane to Vegas.
So you’re probably thinking: tomorrow’s the first of March. It’s gonna get better, right? No. It ain’t gettin’ better, it’s gettin’ worse! Can you believe this sh*t?
Tonight’s low will be minus 10, with wind chills in the mid-frickin-minus twenties. And, oh yeah, we’ll have a couple inches of snow by morning. Then tomorrow it gets even worse, when the wind blows snow all over the place. Don’t even think about leaving the city, like if you were gonna drive out to the middle of nowhere with something that absolutely positively has to disappear overnight. Highway driving is just too nasty with all this frickin’ blowing and drifting because the frickin’ county is too frickin’ cheap to put up frickin’ snow fences like they used to do.
So that’s the weekend forecast. I’m outta here. Gonna catch a plane to Vegas.