Welp. Look who's outside. Winter is never leaving.


Welp. Look who's outside. Winter is never leaving.

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  1. Brian TakleApril 18, 2013 at 6:29 PM

    I almost ran that guy over when I was going to the grocery store a minute ago.

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  2. Larry LadeApril 18, 2013 at 7:52 PM

    I was going to say that Sunday's wind-driven microsleet was the worst weather possible, but tonight's rain of slush is making me reconsider.

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  3. Casey G.April 18, 2013 at 7:54 PM

    I just concede. Winter has won. We get it winter, you can do whatever the fuck you want, whenever you want. Point proven.

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  4. William Benjamin John Davis (SinbadEV)April 18, 2013 at 8:09 PM

    I blame rise of the guardians.... Suddenly every kid believes in Jack Frost again... It has made him powerful.

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  5. James LaMannaApril 19, 2013 at 4:23 AM

    You guys up on the wall - keep that shit up there. Us down in the more southern kingdoms would like to remain ignorant of these things.

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