Hail. It's lame snow. Actually, it's just the definition of lame. I don't like it. At all. =P
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Wannabe snow = hail |
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Lame = Hail. |
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That's pretty much all hail. Yuck, right? =P |
We don't get much cold precipitation around here, but when it does snow, it's seriously awesome. We built an igloo a few years ago by packing snow into plastic boxes and stacking the cubes up. It was a little over 5 feet tall, and you could chillax inside -- it was so cool. But hail? Not so cool. You can't do anything with it, it's just slushy, which is sad.
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