Threaten me with thunderstorms on Fall Fest day, will you?
Also, this is another example of a song my dad used to sing at the top of his lungs that sounds nothing like the original. (see also “Honolulu Baby” and “Your Red Scarf Matches Your Eyes” and “You Made Me What I Am Today” — oh, there’s more.)
I guess I scared Skilling yesterday when I exposed his identity as an evil weather-controlling mastermind. Because look!