Here I am making my, “OMG – a snowpocalypsetsunamicaine is heading towards the East Coast” face. Because deadly snowstorms happen. They’re like ninjas – sneaky, sneaky ninjas. One minute, you’re enjoying a delicious sandwich, then – BAM! – you’re being thrown down the stairs because – did you see that thing? That snowstorm had nunchucks and wouldn’t stop talking about food. I almost died. – Kiran

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