Tyler36. I grew up a victim of the Texas Dust Bowl, and the Jet Stream being constantly pushed south by the heavy Canadian Air, or being pushed north by whatever tropical affects from the Gulf of Mexico. People would say that if you don't like the weather, wait a day. It'll change. And this kind of instability invites various extreme weather events, like you mention.
I'm just saying this. In this kind of extreme events, the best thing you can do, by my experience, spanning nearly a century, now, is to take someone down and fuck their god damned ass off of them. It will in no way mitigate the weather event, but it will mitigate the emotional impact it has on YOUR life.
I don't mean to be too personal, but when it snows down there in Texas like that, use the occasion to corner that hot John Kieth, and put your hot mouth all over his body. Make him think that a tornado just hit his ass. It'll take both your minds right off the unusual snow storm, and if you fuck him right, you'll even forget, momentarily, about the flood! And focus them more on your dicks, mouths, and asses. Believe me, the storm clouds will drift away.
There is nothing like a fucking to sooth the rough spots of life. Bartirah is right. They don't have these extreme weather events in Brazil. Such a nice place. The summer I was 13 and became 14, I spent it at Ipanema Beach, down South of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. Because of the world war, I couldn't go anyplace in Europe or Asia, but I had talked my parents into sending me down there for the summer, knowing that my sexual opportunities would be way far better among those Portuguese than I could expect in the Texas Panhandle. Jesus. Ipanema is right by Copacabana Beach but much classier. It has a group of lifeguard towers along the beach, and the area around each town attracts a distinctly different group of people. Like going from city to city, but only having to walk 5 minutes. I would go to this Posto 10, and this guy would come there everyday at 10:00 and again at 4:00, and he didn't speak a word of English and I didn't speak a word of Portuguese. He'd just wave me over and we'd go to my place just off the beach. I considered it to be a place to get fucked, rather than a place to stay. LOL) This guy would haul out a long dick, and balls like an elephant. He'd lay me face down and say shit to me in Portuguese while fucked my ass off of me. I could feel those big balls slapping against my ass, until he'd get ready to cum in my ass, when he would suck those big balls up into his body and they'd quit slapping my ass. This mother fucker was hot. That's about 75 years ago and I still remember those fucking fuckings. All summer, he came twice a day.
Then the rest of the day, I'd go along other Postos (Lifeguard towers) along the beach and find different hot guys to fuck me. That place attracts the hottest fucking sun-loving guys on earth, and I guarantee you, I got fucked 5 or 6 times EVERY day that whole summer. After a few fucks in a day, I would cum like
Ashton Taylor. I'd try not to fuck but once between the two fucks that the big Brazilian did me everyday, but by the end of the day's fuckings my dick would be coughing up nothing. I'd try to recover over night, and by the time the Brazilian fucked me at 10:00 the next morning, i'd be shooting cum again. LOL
But through all that, I never dick think of the bad weather. LOLOLOL
