Sons o BITCHES! SONS OF BITCHES!*

*by "sons of bitches" I mean "weather patterns of the Midwest–every single damned one of you."

You sons of bitches had better stop fucking raining ice pellets by tomorrow at 1:40 CST or I will FREAK THE HELL OUT.

Ice pellets. Ice pellets? ICE PELLETS? That’s not even weather, that’s a weapon. IT’S JUST NOT RIGHT.

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