I hate people who hate snow.

I'm tired of people harshing on my good time with their endless whining about the snowy weather.
Here's a thought: Move to Southern California, you boobs. Quite frankly, if you are not prepared for inclement weather after years of living in the Northeast, you are dumb. Get a snow blower!

Consider this fair warning. I will eat your face off. Don't think for a second that you can casually talk crap about the weather with me in some pathetic attempt to make small talk. I will unload on you with every logically drawn argument I have in my arsenal of brains as to why you are a freaking pansy wuss. Grow a pair! Shovel your snow and shut your stupid, stupid face!