And Then, Too Late...

That nice Head Rambles chap left a simple, almost one word, comment to last nights post that upset me no end as I should’ve thought of it while typing said post and made hay of it. So simple; and the word would be? Snowballs. And it never crossed my tiny mind. It’s just not fair - or is it fare? Or fee or fi or fo or fum or however you spell the damn word in that context.

Anyhoo, let’s not give that no never mind as it would seem snow-guys have had enough of being lambasted by various SJW types and assorted PC snowflakes out there and are starting to fight back and showing those sad folk exactly what they think of their loony toon ideas. Good luck to ‘em I say.

                       

Let’s have another repeat for all us old folk who remember fun in the snow. Happy school daze. You old folk remember how it was way before political correctness and health and safety were invented  to stifle any sense of adventure and fun?  In these ‘progressive’ days I doubt kids are even allowed out of the classroom if there’s any snow on the ground. Sad daze.

Quote;  Milton Jones.

“The worst job I ever had was as a forensicologist for the United Nations. One time I thought I'd come across the mass grave of a thousand snowmen, but it turns out it was just a field of carrots.”