Holy Fuckin' Shit
There's a storm a brewing in Bozaritaville.
Winds at 35 mph gusting to 50.
Lightening and thunder.
Temperature drop of about 20 degrees.
Rain showers changing to snow showers.
Garbage cans blowing all over the street.
If I fit under the bed, I'd be there.
But am I scared, nah, you remember the story about Charlie and the bayonet, it would take a bit more than than a little wind, rain, and stuff to make me a'scared.
Unless spiders were involved.