Fuck, Marry, Kill: Jim Cantore Severe Weather Edition

In the days before the internet, plucky frontierspeople had a folk wisdom way of telling when a big storm was a-coming — animals behaved strangely, the wind would pick up a spooky chill, and The Weather Channel's Jim Cantore would appear, striding, like a hairless, sentient, be-slickered penis into your town. And… » 10/29/12 12:55pm 10/29/12 12:55pm