A snow bundy

Well here we are again, after yet another 'storm of the century' warning we got a big fat dud. It's like a chick going on a blind-date with a guy who is described as a mysterious former semi-professional soccer player from England with a great personality and when she shows up he looks like he's a dude with a funny accent who looks like he is hiding a soccer-ball under his shirt

I will say this, these storms are never as bad as the hype they get and whenever I see a news-report I always wait to see who the sponsor is during the commercial break with the expectation it's going to be Shop Rite or the Big Y because although these storms hardly ever produce any real snow but they do force a storm of people upon the produce aisle.
I went shopping on Tuesday night and it felt like Toys R Us a week before Christmas. The shelves were empty and the floors of aisles were scattered with the remnants of what looked like a crazy night of sexual deviants with bottles of whip-cream and half-eaten boxes of banana cream pie.
So for all the hype and the 24 hour notice on school closing, the storm did nothing except give a little business to the supermarkets and an elevator conversation fodder for your coworkers but gave us not enough snow to make a mock snowman of the British KingKongBundy.
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