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Offline Corsair

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The word from Punxsutawney: Six More Weeks!
Wash: This landing's gonna get pretty interesting.
Mal: Define "interesting".
Wash: *shrug* "Oh God, oh God, we're all gonna die"?
Mal: This is the captain. We have a little problem with our entry sequence, so we may experience some slight turbulence and then... explode.

 

Offline Dark_4ce

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The word from Punxsutawney: Six More Weeks!
Couldn't see the link. Is this the Groundhog?

If so... I never trust the meteorological capablilites of a log dwelling rodent. They always seem to get the clouds wrong...
« Last Edit: February 02, 2005, 01:45:20 pm by 357 »
I have returned... Again...

 
The word from Punxsutawney: Six More Weeks!
...People need to learn not to post links to articles you have to register to view ;)
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Blind people with them..."

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FUKOOOOV!

 

Offline Goober5000

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The word from Punxsutawney: Six More Weeks!

 
The word from Punxsutawney: Six More Weeks!
oh, thats great right there.
Carpe Diem Poste Crastinus

"When life gives you lemons...
Blind people with them..."

"Yah, dude, penises rock." Turambar

FUKOOOOV!

 

Offline Ford Prefect

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The word from Punxsutawney: Six More Weeks!
*Slashes wrists with a steak knife just to see some color*

Winter here is like the apocolypse.
"Mais est-ce qu'il ne vient jamais à l'idée de ces gens-là que je peux être 'artificiel' par nature?"  --Maurice Ravel

  

Offline Corsair

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The word from Punxsutawney: Six More Weeks!
Oh yeah, forgot you had to register, sorry. Anyway... yeah.
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PUNXSUTAWNEY, Pa. - Punxsutawney Phil has spoken, and the news isn't good.

The world's most famous furry forecaster saw his shadow Wednesday on Gobbler's Knob, suggesting another six weeks of wintry weather.

The chubby critter delivered the prediction after he was pulled from his burrow in an oak stump at 7:31 a.m. by a top-hatted handler, and his prediction was greeted by boos from the thousands in attendance.
Wash: This landing's gonna get pretty interesting.
Mal: Define "interesting".
Wash: *shrug* "Oh God, oh God, we're all gonna die"?
Mal: This is the captain. We have a little problem with our entry sequence, so we may experience some slight turbulence and then... explode.