Apparently, Durham averages close to 7 inches of snow each year. With Winter Storm Iago, it blew close to half its snowy load in the course of one generous, loving night. I gotta say, it wasn’t as sexy as I expected. No chorus of angels singing, no snowflakes falling lightly on my jacket, smiling and saying hello. It was actually more like an angry cold rain saying “HA HA HA! I HOPE YOU GET PNEUMONIA!”
This was from this morning. As you can see, the ground is partially white from last night’s carnage.
At least I didn’t use my hands this time.
And of course, the best always comes (if you know what I mean) last:
It’s been so long since those days. No winter storm is complete without penis art. I’m just happy that someone felt compelled to take the time out of what was probably a busy Friday morning to draw a shaft with a possibly horrible medical deformity.
Stay classy, Duke undergrads.