Squawkers just ordered a T-shirt bragging

Squawkers just ordered a T-shirt bragging about how he survived Sharknado. Well, I survived Snow Shark, it may of been an ancient snow beast, but it was a modern killing machine.

But for Snow Shark you need something even more badass ... like a Garden Weasel. Father Joe taught me that when I used to tend the gardens with him, until a Snow Shark ate him in

the wee hours of the morning. That damn snow shark with is white skin was impossible to see. As I watched Joe disappear I couldn't help but, wonder where the Honey Badger was

because my mind is like that. But the snow shark is relentless and cunning. It courses along the ski slopes just beneathe the surface waiting for someone to fall.

And oh...lookee! Here comes Clumsy Claude now, barreling down the black diamond slope, trying to impress the ski bunnies! The snow shark waited eagerly for Claude to take a tumble

so he could tear him to shreds. Clumsy Claude was skiing quite swiftly, and as expected, he tumbled face-first into the snowy ground at high speeds. The snow shark swiftly

swam towards Clumsy Claude, but fell apart upon touching Claude, for the snow shark was made of snow. Clumsy Claude then tried to continue skiing but fell over again. More snow

piled on top of Willis until Clumsy Claude had buried him alive. Willis' wails lifted into the air upon the cold slopes of Mount Everest, but it was too late. He was like ice cream

- but not like soft scoop. He was like Neopolitan ice cream left at the bottom of the freezer until it's diamond hard. Or maybe more like raspberry ripple or blackcurrant sorbet.