Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Perils of Prognostication

Today is Groundhog Day, which people in Dunwich curiously observe under another name- a day on which the Great Groundhog brings gifts of stolen apples to bad bastards with scrumping habits. Of course, the superstitious among us believe that groundhogs have the ability to forecast the weather trends for the second half of the winter. Having a premonition that this season would be characterized by such bizarre weather, our local prognosticator became despondent and took his life before the onset of winter.

At least he's ceased to stink up the joint.

6 comments:

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Groundhognostication.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Groundhognostication.

From the Groundhognostic Gospels?

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

nah, I'm groundhagnostic.

Smut Clyde said...

Groundhag nammadi gospels?

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Having spent five full years in Ohio, I think I can prognosticate the second half of winter as well as the most psychic rodent.

It's gonna suck.
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

It's gonna suck.

It's gonna suck more.

It still beats living in the Sun Belt!