I did it up 406-style.
Another thing I'm vaguely ashamed of:
Not all the time, but SOME of the time I'm a compulsive weather-checker. I may or may not check the current 10-day forecast against the historic average for my zip code. A few minutes ago I checked the weather for my weekend (rainy, naturally) and here's what I saw:
I did.
It was jumpin'.
6 comments:
Maybe they meant Flea from the red hot chili peppers?
That's not 406-style.
406-style is sitting on a sofa for days on end. Watching E! And talking about how everyone not in the room is stupid. (Current readership, especially included.)
Keep in mind, I lived there during the "Golden Era." I'm told things went downhill after I left.
I don't know how that's possible. A ship can only sink so far.
Note to Ollie Babbles:
If that's the best you can come up with, just leave it alone.
No comment is better than a witless, conceptually retarded comment.
On a fingers-in-too-many-pies note, what the fuck is The Weather Channel doing tracking pest populations. It's none of their concern. Who do these people think they are?
Way to kill a post, dickface.
Me? Not so.
I stayed on topic AND mocked another commentator. I even managed to work in my hatred of multi-pie fingering.
Way I see it, I followed the expressed purpose of this blog to a T. This one died of natural causes.
some of them just aren't meant to live
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