Winter storms brewing...

[:FI:Snaphoo]

One winter morning Norman and his wife were listening to the radio over breakfast. The announcer says, "we are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the snowplows can get through."

Dutifully, Norman's wife goes out and moves her car.

A week later, while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer says, "we are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the snowplows can get through."

Again, Norman's wife goes out and moves her car.

The following week, they are again listening to the radio over breakfast when the announcer says, "we are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You must park..." Then the power goes out.

Norman's wife is very upset, and with a worried look on her face she turns to her husband and says, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on so the snowplows can get through?"

With love and understanding in is voice, that all men who are married to blondes exhibit, Norman says, "why don't you just leave it in the garage this time?"

[Gurkesaft]

I liked it.

My wife liked it better (dark hair).

[:FI:Falcon]

???

You lost me at the term "snow".

...

What is this "snow"?


Fal "still cutting grass" con

[:FI:Heloego]

...SNOW!

As in:

Snow way you're getting me to eat crawdads, fer crissake!

Snow better than most.

Snow way to treat a lady.



Y'know. SNOW!!!!


Freakin' Loozianers.