Whenever it starts to hail, wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I have to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. I feel the sting of little balls of ice hitting my scalp is just foreshadowing to the giant ball of ice that will one day kill me.
It's happened. People die. Property is damaged. Roofs are SMASHED IN.
See also: giant balls of ice that fall out of the sky in the middle of summer and kill people. If there was ever any question as to whether God is still smiting folks, I'm pretty sure this answers it. Old Testament God is alive and well :S
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