
So yeah, groundhogs were given the magical predicting weather gift from their bibadee-bobadee-boo fairy godmother pumpkin or whatever. Yes: They psychic. But that’s not all they is. And some of them are less gifted with the Feb 2 skill-set than others. Like they come out of the ground all mushy-faced and drunk from sunlight and they’re just hoping for the best and they don’t wanna break the news to us that the White Witch is here and wintertime’s gonna last forever and all.
You don’t have to hate on groundhogs for that. Just cus they’re not A+-ing their divine meteorologist shit doesn’t mean they don’t know how to grind their hog right.
Some groundhogs is sexy.
Some groundhogs is in the movies.
Some groundhogs got big guns.
Don’t believe us? Why you hating on the groundhogs? What’s your problem? What did groundhogs ever do to you or your mama? Nuthin’. That’s what.
Check it, YO:

Don’t need no pencil sharpener neither. Me & ma IBM machinery.

Hey — lovin’ up all over yourself is a full-time job.

I like to call it “burrowing.”

Aw. Six more weeks of the Islanders.

You’ll get a second medal of honor for this.

We could cut off all his limbs, he still wouldn’t talk.

What.

It is the east, and Juliet is the clover.

I’ve never been more ready for this moment, Sue. Can I call you that.

Certified smart fucker.

Still had me ma teeth, here.
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