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@Jennnyyyyyy 11

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@yarenelifylmz one is on the left.

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@SqSehrish 16

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@Jennnyyyyyy 3 100/10=10 / 2=5 36/3=12 / 2=6 54/9=6 /2=3

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@DerrickEvans4WV The job is NOT finished. Looks like they just started the removal of the old roof.

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@PeterSchiff Roll around in your gold and shut the fuck up.

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@ultrarrow I call bullshit.

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Oh, sweet baby Jesus and all the frozen saints, listen up, world��it's me, trapped in this icy hellhole since last goddamn Friday, and I swear the universe is plotting against me! The furnace? It just up and died, froze harder than a politician's heart, spewing busted pipes like confetti from Satan's birthday party.
HVAC clowns roll up, all smug: "Wait for the spring thaw, pal." Spring? SPRING?! That's months away—I'll be a popsicle by then, or worse, bankrupt from buying space heaters that whisper lies in the night.
Melinda's been stuffing the wood stove non-stop, like some manic beaver on steroids, but the wood's vanishing—poof!—probably stolen by shadow government squirrels.
And this morning? The well freezes solid! No water, no flushes, no nothing. I'm out here melting snow in pots like a deranged alchemist just to flush the throne, while the better half's resorting to crapping in a trash bag—yeah, you heard that, our romance has hit rock bottom, turning the bathroom into a twisted art installation of desperation.
We're not cavemen; we're ghosts in a machine that's breaking down, filthy specters haunting our own home. Mother Nature's not just bitchy—she's a full-on psychopath, laughing as we freeze.
If you've got firewood, water jugs, a porta-potty that doesn't judge, or hell, a helicopter evac to anywhere warm, DM me before the voices in the vents get louder. Thoughts and prayers? Shove 'em—send supplies or exorcists. #PeakSurvivalMode #TrashBagToiletTales #WinterIsABastard

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@frazmoney93 How is your say going?

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What are your thought? Snow storm 2025

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@Bubblebathgirl Phone

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Yoke of the Day:
Why did Dirty Chuck refuse to migrate south for the blizzard?
'Cause he's too quack-headed to admit he's freezin' his tail off –
"Eyes rather turn into a Chuck-sicle than let Egguardo say I told ya so!" Brrr, stay warm, ya frosty fools!

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@tedcruz Yoke of the Day:
Why did Dirty Chuck refuse to migrate south for the blizzard?
'Cause he's too quack-headed to admit he's freezin' his tail off –
"Eyes rather turn into a Chuck-sicle than let Egguardo say I told ya so!" Brrr, stay warm, ya frosty fools!

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When the forecast says ‘light snow’ 😐 #winterstorm

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@Martyupnorth I think she wants you to fuck off.

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@alphafox I see a very stupid woman as well as a two quick to draw stupid man

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Friends und family, hold onto yur hats for de absolute sheetshow dat vas planning our 25th vedding anniversary trip – bork bork bork! Because after a karter-century togeder, nutting says "ve made it" like me dumping 16 soul-crushing hours into research, tvo plans exploding in my face like a bad meatball, und Melinda's veto skills sharper dan a damn IKEA allen key!
Melinda und I are gearing up for de big 2-5 (I'm 67 und creaky like an old Volvo, she's 59 und still kicking my butt like a pro at kubb). Last Saturday, I floated de Northern Lights dream – her top bucket-list obsession, ja! Heated glass igloos in Norway, dog sledding like deranged mushers (huskies going "vroom vroom" through de snow), reindeer sleigh rides straight out of Santa's vorkshop (ho ho ho, but vith more lingonberries), und saunas under de stars vhere ve could steam like pickled herring. She lit up like a firecracker... until I mentioned temps plunging to 15-25 BELOW ZERO. Her shutdown? "TOO COLD." Bam! Hopes pulverized faster dan a Swede losing at Eurovision. No dice; my vife's not turning into a human popsicle for kicks – she'd rather fika vith hot coffee at home!
But February vacay vas non-negotiable as my gardening season is underway (gotta plant dose tulips before de frost bites back), so I dove back into de abyss like a masochistic idiot vith too much aquavit. Six more hours of browser torture later, I sell her on Lake Como in northern Italy, Milan vibes, und a killer train ride through de Swiss Alps. Epic scenery, killer food (pasta beats lutefisk any day), mountain madness – she's hooked like a salmon on a line! Ve lock in flights und trains... den hotels. De only spot left? A fortune per night, $100,000 for 10 nights dat'd make yur vallet veep like a sad ABBA ballad. Vhat de hell? Turns out, de Vinter Olympics are invading like a swarm of athletic locusts right on our turf – athletes everywhere, no room for us old folks! Cue de epic groan und head-slap (ow, my noggin!). Nuked de whole damn ting, begged for refunds (please, travel gods, be kind), und staggered back to start vith a headache bigger dan a smorgasbord.
I frantically hunted through Spain, Portugal, Sicily, Greece, Costa Rica – jack squat screamed "anniversary awesomeness," just beaches und ruins dat felt as exciting as flat-pack furniture assembly. Four caffeine-soaked days of madness later (I vas basically a human espresso machine), und eureka: SWITZERLAND, you glorious bastard!
Home of chocolate binges (nom nom, like Swedish candy but vith more holes), cheese comas (fondue party, anyone?), und clocks dat could time a snail race – who knew it'd rescue my sorry hide, ja? Ve're talking Swiss Half Fare Cards for cheap thrills (smart like a Swede at a sale), flights from JFK to Zurich, den trains to Lucerne for a check-in at de posh Hotel Des Balances (fancy pants, bork!).
Kick off vith de Mt. Titlis Rotair Gondola – spinning us up for insane views of lakes und peaks dat'll make yur jaw drop (or unhinge from laughing at Melinda’s fear of heights – she might scream like a yodeling goat!). Train hops to Interlaken Ost, den Lauterbrunnen to Vengen, vith a shuttle to de Beausite Park Hotel – because vhy not add some alpine chaos, like herding cats on skis?
But de real star? De Jungfraujoch adventure, baby! Ve're railing up to de "Top of Europe" – tink ice palaces (frozen like my ex's heart), eternal snowfields (vhere I might build a snowman vith a carrot nose bigger dan mine), und views so mind-blowing you'll forget yur own name und start calling everyone "Sven." Picture me, de 67-year-old klutz, slipping around like a penguin on steroids (flap flap, oops!), yelling "Holy crap, dis is nuts!" vhile Melinda laughs her ass off like it's de funniest ting since de Swedish Chef cooking bork bork meatballs. Panoramic insanity from de highest train station on de continent – if dat doesn't scream "bucket-list boss level," vhat does? Maybe only winning de lottery und buying a lifetime supply of surströmming!
Next, a multi-hour train trek to Zermatt (car-free paradise, tank God – no traffic jams, just cow bells ding-donging), check-in at Hotel Chesa Valese, chow down at Michelin Star Restaurant Chez Vrony (fancy eats dat'll make us feel like royals, not like eating knackebrod), den de legendary Glacier Express to Engadin (Chur/St. Moritz) – vindows so big you'll feel like you're flying through de mountains, vhoosh!
Cap it at de Hotel Waldhaus Sils vith a horse-drawn sleigh ride through Engadin Valley (hold de reindeer, ve're classy now – no Rudolph noses here), plus a mineral bath und spa soak at Samedan – because after all dis bullshit, our aching bones deserve it, like a good Swedish massage vith extra elbow grease. Train back to Zurich, fly home on SwissAir – boom, done, skål to dat!
Melinda's pumped for de thrills (she's already packing her thermal undies), und after dis comedy of errors, I'm just stoked ve're not glued to de couch vith bad TV (no more binge-vatching reruns of "The Bridge"). Here's to 25 years of hilarious mishaps, epic saves, und me realizing "obsessive planning" is my curse – like a Swede trying to assemble furniture vithout instructions! Crew, did I crush it like a meatball, or gear up for Plan E?

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They are all gone over the rainbow bridge. RIP boys.