A Winter Weather Warning.
This morning my room was too cold, this had been the case for about a week. So I decided to go to B.J.'s whole sale club, and pick me up a steam humidifier. At the time I did not know that the weather man had predicted snow. The fat, stupid, and ugly convention that I walked in on was beyond description. I can liken it only to a horde from a H.P. Lovecraft novel. Thick hands with stubby fingers, blank eyes, and unnatural lumbering creatures that could not be called humans rushed to horde massive packages of junk food into over sized shopping carts, ripping down price tag signs in haste, moving in rhythm with the christmas music. Children who could only be the spawn of things that should not have been allowed to breed with the expressionless eyes of livestock mulled everywhere. Heed my warning if they predict snow: STAY FAR AWAY FROM B.J.'S WHOLESALE CLUB.