Xander ,'End of Days'
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The news just informed me that "large, damaging hail can cause a lot of damage."
Really? I had no idea.
Also, they keep resorting to new size comparisons for hail. They've moved on from "golf ball" sized and "baseball sized" to "teacup sized." Ooh. And it's all coming down right where my dad lives. Fun.
And then Toke went and laid down in the middle of it (also with photographic proof).
I really want to see this. I furminated Jeeves today, and gathered about a cup and a half of fur.
"teacup sized."
That's no longer hail. I don't know what it is, but "teacup sized" is NOT hail. That's insane.
That's insane.
It's also combined with strong winds. I'm torn between being in awe and freaking the fuck out.
There’s a “one Toke over the line” joke in there somewhere, but I just can’t get at it.
Toke is an awesome name for a cat.
I don't want your storm coming our way AGAIN! Especially not with teacup sized "hail"! What's with these apocalyptostorms?
They haven't said which way it's going, but the immediate area is peppered with tornado watches and warnings.
What's with these apocalyptostorms?
Warmup for the world ending in May?
in utterly first world/diamond shoes problems: my vibrator died last night.
Oh, I know this pain. I just hope that it didn't happen while in use.
Toke was apparently named for her habit of getting into her original owners' stash, eating it, and then being totally stoned.
Want to hear weird synchronicity? In college, my roommate and I had a wee cactus we named Toke, and a fern named Chloe. And then 15 years later, I fell in love with a man with a cat named Toke and a dog named Chloe. Weiiiiiiiiird stuff, man. I told my roommate, and she said that we conjured him up. Which is entirely possible.
Oh, that's funny. That's some damn fine conjuring.