The barometer is falling faster than Triggly Puff shot out of a cannon. It’s time to batten down the hatches, trim the sails, lash everything to the deck and set for storm watch. The storm is the avalanche of links coming your way, the watch is what you do when you come across the hawt chick of the week, (I don’t want to know what else you do with her), and there’s nothing else so why did I make this a threesome?
How embarrassing. Keep her movin’.