I’m alive. Barely. Been drinking myself silly during this “driving ban.” I don’t know what this world is coming to but a driving ban is the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever heard. It’s called Darwinism, only the strong survive. So if someone is driving in the snow and dies then hey who am I to say they deserved to live.
I paid a guy to shovel my stairs. I’m not about to throw my back out shoveling 2 feet of snow. Paid 100 bucks… Why pay less when you can pay more.
I couldn’t have picked a better color for today. I feel like absolute dog poop, my nose is all jammed up, my brain feels like its swelling beyond all belief and I just stopped my bloody nose. I just ran out earlier to grab a sandwich for lunch and my city is a ghost town. Little tumbleweed is getting blown around out there. It’s barely even snowing right now and everyone is bunked up in their house like it’s Armageddon. I will not conform, I’m going about my day as if it’s a normal Friday. Work, Eat, Blog, Booze. Hey Nemo – Suck it.
Everyone is freaking out about this winter storm, so call me arrogant but the day I’m afraid of anything named Nemo is the day I catch the gay. Sure, 2 feet of snow was a big deal back in ’78 but did they even have plows then, did they have snow blowers, how about shovels? We are in the 21st century here folks, that storm is old news. Shit I think they still had horse and buggies then no wonder why it cost about 2 billion (if you take in inflation) dollars of damage. I’m not scared of Nemo, the fish or this over indulged storm. I may get my 2 person tent, set up shop on my front yard, just to prove that Nemo can’t hurt me. All I need is a sleeping bag, a few power bars and a canteen. I’ll stare right into Nemo’s face and flush him down the toilet.
JM – 1 Nemo – 0
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