Groundhog. 2/12/202.

That filthy, vermin-infested, flea-bitten gh from PA said we’d have six more weeks of winter.
Two or three years or so ago, the gr bit its handler. The handler should have bitten the gh! Then the gh would have to have 26 shots in the pit of its stomach to prevent it from rabies.
Ghs have no compunction. They just “say” whatever is on top of their addled brain.
Right now, at 10:15 a.m., in my Colorado Springs suburb (Security, CO). it is 6 degrees with a low today of 1 degree and a presumed high of 9; it probably won’t reach it.
It’s all because of the gh, people’s farfetched belief in that addle-brained, overstuffed, lazy, taxonomically irrelevant, four-footed hunk of dogmeat!

Groundhogs ain’t even kosher. Ground hog. That’s what we should do them, either that or send ’em to Siberia in the winter, or to one of the two poles. Nome, Alaska should do ’em just right Ship ’em there along with Christi Noem, who is from our frozen north anyway!

Dagnabit!

Love,
Gene what’s ‘is face.