Groundhog Day—Phil’s Diary
So Punxsutawney Phil has performed his annual prognostication, and there are six more weeks of winter to go. Call me grumpy/cynical/party-pooper/whatever, but whoopdy flipping do! Who, outside of Gobbler’s Knob (a place that ranks up there with Bell End and Pratts Bottom for “need to change the name” attention) gives a rodent’s rectum about a grumpy rodent seeing his shadow… Read more »