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Just between you and me, I don't think it counts as real snow if it's already started to melt by the time I get out of work for lunch, you know?


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You know, as an avid follower of your Blog I've come to evpect a certain, high caliber of post. I must admit to being very dissapointed today.

Look, Mr I-don't-updat-my-blog-for-months-at-a-time-so-I-can-sound-cunning-and-clever-when-I-do (Silent Don, for short), do *not* make me come over there and thwap you with a snowball. Because I will, you know. Lots. And often!

Isn't your post complaining about a lack of snow being left. Even in the alternate universe where you were justified in complaining about my expressing an opinion you couldn't find enough snow to make a snow ball.

I do have a *very* cold freezer, Mister Silent Don, and I could cobble together an awful lot ice to stuff down your stuffed shirt.

1. Thhat's not snow, that's ice.

2. I'm nnot afraid of you Miss, "I have weak wrists"

3. If you keep this up no more Milk Shakes for you.

Tcha. My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. And damn right, it's better than yours.

Am I gonna have to seperate the two of you?

I shall refrain from making rude comments about milkshakes :P
*mwah* to you both.

What is this mysterious substance you speak of?

fun comments.
dont rubb it in- i have never seen snow.
yes. its true. shut that jaw.
ok, now stop laughing.
i said stop. no chuckles, even.

bah! just for that, you're tagged!

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