The wind left the cars clean as a whistle.
Except for filling up my MST3K license plate frame with snow.
You probably haven’t heard, but there’s some snow here. The local Mexican restaurant is pretty popular, so people create their own parking spaces instead of going over a few rows to the right where there are abundant empty spaces.
We are a hardy people. A people who need quick access to nachos and tall glasses of draft beer.
(NOT taken with that goddamn fucking Instagram.)
THERE IS A LITTLE PONY IN THE APPLE STORE. What the hell? A beautiful little pony, with a flowing mane, the likes of which my sister would have killed to get for Christmas when she was 7 or 8. And, NOONE is looking at this thing.
Go read the whole thing, then add “tiny pony” to your lexicon.
I think they’d only notice if it were a snow leopard.