Somebody help us. We can't talk about anything but snow.
It's like being in a Stephen King movie and feeling the universal dread for the unspeakable horror of a late season Northeaster. Heavens to Mergatroid! How will we survive? It could be up to eight inches of murderous snow, strangling us with Nature's cold and clammy claws. Supermarkets are mobbed with people getting bread and milk and batteries. I'm getting a bit panicky myself - I am low on Dewar's. Be right back....
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