Dear Mr. Gore... where the hell is my global warming?

For decades Al Gore has been talking about global warming.

Three years ago I bought a home in central Pennsylvania and wanted to make sure I was well-prepared for the coming climate crisis. I have a beautiful swimming pool, two decks, and large south facing windows. I was all ready for the new subtropical Pennsylvania that Mr. Gore promised!

Dear Mr. Gore... where the hell is my global warming?

I invested a tremendous amount of money in what I thought would be my winter home. I figured later I would get something in Northern Ontario so I can still see the seasons change.

At this moment it's 15° outside at two in the afternoon, and with the wind chill minus freaking 30! WTF!? (For those of you who don't know, that means "What the Fahrenheit".)

The kids had a two hour delay this morning because it's too cold. They're already calling for a delay tomorrow, because it's supposed to be COLDER.

Screw it... I'm buying a Hummer and driving to Florida!

You can save your comments about how a Hummer makes up for a small penis. It was huge, but I froze the freaking thing off!

Well, at least you can't accuse me of not "going green"!

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