Yesterday Crackville got covered in a blanket of snow. But, sadly, this isn't the kind of snow that you can make sweet, delicious crack out of, so the denizens of Crackville are just stuck with a bunch of useless fluffy frozen water covering everything. We don't dream of a white Christmas here in Crackville, we just dream of crack. Actually, we don't dream so much as hallucinate what with all of the crack we've been smoking.
I'd go take a picture of the snow, but that would require me to get out from under a layer of blankets. So you see my dilemma. Besides, I sold my camera to buy crack.