That little bastard lied.
It's fucking snowing outside right now.
I'd take it out on him if it didn't mean I'd have to go out in this crap.
I guess it's my fault for trusting a small rodent's meteorological skills over the guy on T.V.
(Either way it's a total crapshoot, right?) Being a weatherman must be the least rewarding job in the world. When you are right, no one thanks you, and when you are wrong you get nothing but shit. That's probably the reason they passed it on to the Groundhog.
"It's not my fault! The shifty bugger saw his shadow!"
Anyone want some stew?
Later.
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