I mean, I'd give Amarillo a little bit of a chance. They've already received 7.8 inches as of December 18th.

I just might dig out my onion and tie it to my belt.

I think he got lost and didn't want to ask for directions. Eventually found a Zanzibarian princess, talked himself up about being a whale model, doing photo shoots for 9 years, and they hooked up. Next morning I guarantee he's asking the boys the quickest currents back to the eastern Pacific.

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Something tells me he was not the captain. But I'll wait for all the facts to come out before I rush to judgement.

If that's the stairway to heaven, can I request to be shown the stairs leading down?

First, I throw in a jalapeno as a life preserver, then I come in with the second chip like an S.S. Minnow sent from heaven. Finally I Mobey Dick the rescue team and send them to the depths of hell that is my digestive tract.

Is the goal to get last place?

Looks like an albino Harvey Weinstein.

Can't believe that glass at the bottom of the photo has survived being on the counter without a cat pawing it off.

616 gallons per flush.