There is no conversation topic more mundane than talking about the weather, and there is nothing and/or everything mundane about hambonics, so when those two elements mudwrestle to the death it only makes sense that several men of the weather intervene and grind the resulting vomit into a literary sausage.
Oh, and we ditch the weather concept with 15 minutes left in the show to breathe to the death in a classic hambonics-off. Skip to that if you will.
Music from Fuck Buttons, Excepter, Talking Heads, some sitar junk, jijunk junk junk to be had in a playlist soon.
Six bricks turn tricks.
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I’m a win next week at Hambonics byatchez
I kind of feel like the weather has gotten to be kind of predictable in the past 20 or so years.
Well at least the day before it happens it’s pretty predictable, what with the fast computers and the weather prediction models. Beyond that it’s up the proverbial butterflies.
Marquis says : I absolutely agree with this !