It's true.
Ok, not really. But sort of.
So my friend Bri was texting me the other day about my little brother (called Pudge)'s birthday, which is the first day of Spring. The funny thing is, the day he was born, there was a freakish blizzard that swept over the entire midwest.
So anyway, Bri was learning about some crazy blizzard in school and wanted to double check with me to see if it was the very same blizzard that hailed Pudge's coming into this world. It was. So we get into this celebration of texts as we marvel at how strange both the blizzard and the boy born it are. My mom's theory is that the unseasonal barrage of snow is what brought my little brother. Just for kicks, I liked to go around and claim the opposite. Just for kicks, my friends.
Until I saw THIS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNj1XTnXc_M
See? Pudge DOES control the weather. The birth of my brother, indeed, caused a cataclysmic upsurp of the annual transitions of the seasons.
I had another conversation with Brooke, the Bearer of Infallable Logic and fellow Viceroy, in which she agreed to the theory that Pudge does indeed control the weather. Thus, it is now fact.
<3 you, Nathan :)
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