Watson in the 21st goddamn century.
I-40, North Carolina.
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If 13 Going on 30 were made today, it would open with 13 year old Jenna in 1997.
The only good thing about this winter is going to be when we’re all living in jars on a spaceship and telling our 15x-great-grand-clones about the Great Winter of ‘14: The Earth’s Last Ice Age.
Red sky at night, Wolfpack’s delight…
Too bad all I see outside is 53,819 square miles of Carolina Blue.