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@JacobLanierWx well, here in Topeka we (once again, and as always, save 1966 and 1986) were passed by, with only light rain. Hopefully we’ll get the second round of some good storms! As for now, we merely have a small cluster of mammatus that are the tail end of the KC storm.

MapleNuttCrunch's tweet photo. @JacobLanierWx well, here in Topeka we (once again, and as always, save 1966 and 1986) were passed by, with only light rain. Hopefully we’ll get the second round of some good storms! As for now, we merely have a small cluster of mammatus that are the tail end of the KC storm. https://t.co/lGtqsbpKgS

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@tarapalmeri @abimbaker No words https://t.co/AA5eTWHi6R

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These FIFA visitors are a great read! 😂🇺🇸

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5 days ago

Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named. The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river. The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn. Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound. "Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever. It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin. "Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet. In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair. And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge. You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain. The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste. I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind. Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again. "Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up. Discipline is a journey.

japan_nobunaga's tweet photo. Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.

The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.

The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.

Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.

"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.

It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.

"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.

I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.

In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.

And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.

You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.

The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.

I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.

Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.

"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.

Discipline is a journey.

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Michael Blood @MapleNuttCrunch

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@CoryBooker Where was your dumbass when Biden was crushing us? President Trump is doing so much better for the working class than any of you demonrats.

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Michael Blood @MapleNuttCrunch

5 days ago

@JacobLanierWx @fox4kc Thank you Jacob!

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Michael Blood @MapleNuttCrunch

5 days ago

@JacobLanierWx I wanted to ask if these would still be considered mammatus clouds. I am used to the traditions egg bottom shape, but these are elongated. They’re beautiful regardless, especially with the virga clouds beneath them! (I couldn’t get them in the pic)

MapleNuttCrunch's tweet photo. @JacobLanierWx I wanted to ask if these would still be considered mammatus clouds. I am used to the traditions egg bottom shape, but these are elongated. They’re beautiful regardless, especially with the virga clouds beneath them! (I couldn’t get them in the pic) https://t.co/9imREDHMgx

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Michael Blood @MapleNuttCrunch

5 days ago

@cwalteroverman @JacobLanierWx I can’t wait to hear all of the Europeans’ reaction to the storms and the rapid temperature drop! 🇺🇸 We’re built different

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