Neanderpundit

Drove 55 miles home. Not even a record, I think I made it in four hours not including the stops I made. (Had to get milk, bread, and eggs to make French Toast, the official breakfast of the Snowpocalypse) (Actually I got milk, 7 up, and liverwurst, because it was on sale.)

The most of the drivers were actually not bad, it wasn’t until I started getting close to home that they really started to suck, but that’s surface streets.

Somehow I managed to survive. Hope you do as well. We’re battened down for the duration.

Folly, a coward who posts from IP 66.176.149.63, has decided to come piss in my comments

Sorry, folly. You’re in the wrong place. You want to come here and have a discussion, where you will no doubt get your clock cleaned, feel free. But until then, I’ll edit your comments to say what I’m sure you really mean.

Have to revise my bugout bag.

Now what the hell am I gonna do with that squid?