Her:
Wait, so what's the point of groundhog day anyway?
Me:
Oh, well, supposedly if the groundhog comes out of his hole and sees his shadow, there will be six more weeks of winter.
Her:
Really? How do they tell if they all saw their shadows?
Me:
No, it's just one groundhog. In Pennsylvania. A man in a tuxedo talks to him.
Her:
What?
Me:
Yeah, Punxsutawney Phil. It's a whole thing.
Her:
Punxsutawney?
Me:
Yeah it's a town in Pennsylvania.
Her:
None of this makes any sense.
Me:
I know, there's a Bill Murray film about it where he violates the laws of time and space and the groundhog is still the least believable part. Go figure.
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