Cool:
Playing volleyball as you look at terrifying dark clouds approach at an alarming speed.
Cooler:
Running as fast as freaking possible all the way home... trying to beat the rain you can hear nearby pounding the floor.
Not cool:
Getting caught by the rain that feels like someone just turned on a firehose aimed directly at your head.
Most un-cool:
Having some asshole drop off 5 little puppies in the front yard of the house next to you... then walking by a little later to see some truck already ran over one... two of them are missing... and the other two are huddled near their dead sibling....
NOT COOL.
Mexicans...
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One of my best friends in high school told us a story about the time his dad told his mom that he'd found a home for their entire litter of puppies. He took them out, shot them, and threw them in the ditch. Call it bad luck, call it karma, but there was a big storm, and a flood, and all the dead puppies washed up onto their front lawn a few days later. My friend said, "Yeah, I don't think Dad got any that night."
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