http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=122275446&f=1002&sc=igg2
First, it makes us put on extra layers of clothing. Furthering covering our sexiness and genitals. Next, it comes for our warmth. Starting with our extremities and a shivering blow to the face. I've had enough; Mr. Winter. Or should I say...Mrs. Winter. I know. Only a woman scorned can be so cold for such a long time. Even directing its frosty wrath toward the unconnected, happy, humble, decent, small-middle town (we're in the South but we feel much more like Ohio) American, abortion-hating, GOP hugging, tea-bagging aficionados, square-dancing folks of Florida.
Now, its frozen our fruit vis major. I would've never predicted the wintery cescendo ending in fruit genocide. Nature keeps testing us. And we shall protest. Let us all eat a fruit. And if you are fruit, I hope you are not fozen. Don't fret pioneers, for we cannot tarry.
Our cri de coeur will be answered anon.
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