12-inch snow storm and 1 degree fahrenheit temperature.

Text log between me and my friend, both studying for the final exam of our population class.

Mothagesso: Yeah, what if I literally can't make it to the exam tomorrow? Irresponsible Mother Nature.

T: "Well, it looks like I can't leave my house. Sorry, Finals!"

M: "Sorry, Uncle Education! Blame Mother Nature and Father Time. I hope Aunty Intelligence is well."

T: Uncle Education is my favorite but such a bastard sometimes.

M: Yeah. He fucked a bitch named bureaucracy and has a bastard son named Finals. I need to baby sit him this whole week. He also might fuck my ass.

T: Ass fucking babies man. They'll get ya.

M: Yeah. Inter-conceptual incest among abstract systems and theories really has to stop. Or else it will be the end of everyone's ass virginity ever.

T: And we need ass virginity to exist in this world. Or all is lost.

M: Well, if we all lost it figuratively, then it'd be a step towards gender equality.

T: But we were all fucked by a bastard son. We need Aunt Intelligence with a strap on.

M: Yeah. Coercive population control on those promiscuous abstract concepts!

Mothagesso.