I'm an hour drive from my old area, farther north and a teeny bit more inland.
I think the weirdest thing about this, is that my street has already been plowed. Twice. My old street would have snow/ice on it for WEEKS. Sometimes not even plowed at all.
Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
Tuor: You foolish fools, no one can tame the stuffaluffagus!