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“Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red,
Crying’s not for me
Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining.”

There’s a big storm heading toward us and I’m going to take a nice, dream-filled nap to the sounds of Mother Nature’s orchestra. Besides, the shrub is in town for a carefully-controlled, media-manipulating Earth Day photo op and he needs the shower.

Update: I awoke from a pleasant nap to learn that Mother Nature had scared him away. Maybe she is angry about what he's doing in Alaska.

8 thoughts on “111417993017852468

  1. Maybe it will be a wonderful thunderstorm and divine retribution will be ours and he’ll be struck by lightning LOL

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