If cars cause global warming, I say, “Gentlemen. Start your engines.”
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I hired a snowplow to clean out my driveway so we could go to town for supplies and get the mail two days ago, but the next day we were buried again and even deeper in snow. The glorious day of the return of the snow plow was the only day in a couple of weeks that we’ve been able to get out of this *&^%$#@ house. This may be my last communication with the outside world. The snow is sneaking up to the door. I can feel it.
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