What a godawful storm this is. Lightning cracks in blue-white webby streaks every few seconds, followed by ear-splitting KA-THOOOMS of thunder. So much for the “Clear skies and sunshine through the weekend!” weather report of the noonday broadcast. You remind yourself to kick that soapy-headed pretty boy meteorologist in the ass when you get to the studio… yawp! The wind is shoving your car off the road. Man, this sucks balls.
KA-KI-KA-KAR-BALOOOM!
Cripes, that one was close. Did a cow just explode?
Your mood is foul as you drive down to the studio in the middle of the night to fix a leak that’s threatening to short circuit the entire studio. A chilling feeling haunts you tonight, and you feel pushed to the end of the line. Is this it, all there is?
Play this!