Uh. Burton? You're getting 20 tattoos tomorrow? Isn't that ... um ... maybe a bit much?

I love it when the south gets snow. The resulting chaos always looks like something out of a Godzilla movie, with people running around in horror and vehicles skidding off roads. When we get 7 inches of snow in Cleveland, we sigh, grab an ice scraper, and hope that the salt doesn't rust our cars straight through. Then we drive to the store, stop for a cup of coffee, take in a movie, and get up the next morning to go to work. I'm not suggesting that we're hard-asses. Just unimpressed.