Tuesday, February 1, 2011

My Least Favorite Holiday of the Year

Yeah, you better hide you little fucker.  (Image)
Every February 2nd I wake up and, one way or another, eventually realize that it's Groundhog's Day.

Most of you probably do the same thing.  And this probably makes you think, "We're not so different, you and I..."  Well, if that's the case, you should be concerned.  Because I'm far from a roll model.  What does make us different and, consequently, makes you wrong, is that upon realizing that it's Groundhog's Day, you likely do not slip into a mood of uncontrollable annoyance and consider taking the next plane to Punxsutawney and punching  a woodland creature right in the mouth.  I do.  Just accept it as fact, because you really can't prove otherwise.


With that said, I leave you with a previously written piece about the real story of that goddamn groundhog that ruins my mood every February, back from my days with the Suffolk Voice.

Spotlight on the Shadows: The Curious Case of Punxsutawney Phil

This is the true story.  I absolutely didn't make any of it up...

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