It's a happy day. My heart feels like an alligator.

Howie Carr writes from Boston Herald, hosts a daily radio show, one of the most famous men in New England.

It comes from the tabloid talk show stuff in Boston, and it was concocted there.

Put your hand on the radio.

Live from the Burner Less Lethal Pistol Pistol Studio.

Can somebody shout amen?

It's Howie Carr.

Ha ha ha! Howie Carr. Help!

Help!

This is Biff Buffington reporting from the parking lot of the market basket where snow of 100 feet is predicted.

In the first hour when it starts on Saturday afternoon it's going to be the end of all the world,

perhaps the end of the universe as we know it. Help! Help! It's going to be the end of all the world, perhaps the end of the universe as we know it.

Help! Help! It's terrible.

There's going to be a total breakdown of everything.

I'm here in the lot.

I've seen two old ladies, one of whom has blue hair.

She says she's not worried about ice anymore. She's worried about ice. Real ice.

And she's attacked another old lady over the last loaf of bread. It's horrible. What's going on here?

A polar bear is chasing an illegal alien gangbanger across the parking

lot as he tries to seek refuge in his lowrider. Help. Help. It's terrible. It's the end of the world.

Oh, I'm going to switch now to my fellow member of the storm panic team,

Frankie McDonald, from the Maritime Promases, provinces.

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