2.2.10

The Whole World Is Punxsutawney's Bitch


You are now staring into the unflinching gaze of a global tyrant.

Who ever thought the fate of the world would fall into the claws of a dastardly little varmint named Phil on a yearly basis? Almost every year, he's professed an undying love for winter. The statistics don't lie; this fat little rodent has plagued us annually with wintry gloom. It must be stopped.

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