Propaganda Party: The Pop Stalin Design Manifesto

So I got up this morning and saw that I had a voicemail from my mom at almost 3am; that’s never a good thing—ever. So I call her to see who’s sick or dying or dead and come to find out, while I was complaining about the weather in my last blog post, we have 3 tornado’s ripping through our area. That explains quite a bit to me now and makes me kinda feel silly I didn’t know about it until my mom, who lives in Missouri, called to ask if I was alright. Seems no matter how old I get I’m always scaring my parents.

Anyway, my little pocket of Norfolk didn’t receive any damage but I feel bad for the folks not twenty minutes away from me who got hit hard.