snow way is there more falafel.

SO DUMB!
yuuuup.
that's what this weather is.
i mean, c'mon, neighbors-
since when is winter neverending?
check the nature-wins-type teleport:

ugh.
gross.
waking up to that heavy sloppy white wintry wonderwasteland woe.
damn, duders-
the styles around here are staying pretty hard.
and the the skies manage to add suckiness into almost every single day,
like almost as if the woodsly goodness hates us.
almost.
huh?
yeah, i know, i know, i KNOOOOWWW....
it's a nother other 'nother snow day,
and that means anything can happen.....
so,
how about a fifty-or-so-fahrenheit-degree upswing,
and a little sunny shining to start off the afternoon?
no?
ew.
berfdays are the worst days when it's a sh!t-salad skank-storm of slush
and greyness and nipping cold closeness in the misty morning air.
firends,
i'm not feeling it at all.
luckily,
i'm still running off of falafel power,
and that's keeping then homefires burning better than any fair weather ever could.
check the sultry-berfday-bonanza-type teleport:

mmmmmmm.
and another one:

yeah!!
and once again,
when it's all assembled,
does it or does it not look expert?
you decide...
teleport:

BOOM!
i'm just sayin',
that thick folded jauns is where it's at.
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the weather is a real A*-hole.
and this falafel binge we're all on about
is really probably getting just as tiresome to y'all.
what?
well,
i'll start making pizza when the outside forest kingdom i reside in
starts eating less balls, and being a bit more seasonally hospitable.
until then,
i'm eating falafel balls,
and letting nature suckle all the rest of 'em.
it's tough,
but somebody has got to bring the noise to these long days
of doo-doo buttery doldrums.
it may as well be me.
i mean,
i've still got garbanzo batter,
and you KNOW i could  always do with more.
that's the curse, kids.
too much is the right amount,
even when that equals harder styles and worse weather.
rules is rules.
and dang it if that ain't the truth;
never quiet, never soft.....