OMG, it's raining cats and dogs outside. I wish Bubba was here so I didn't have to sleep in the rain, which is coincidentally coming at the buildings outside my window in a completely horizontal fashion with the might of a llama loogie. Sandy is a saucy bitch for sure, toppling crane in Midtown Manhattan and what not. She shut down the subways, how am I supposed to do stuff if she shuts down the subway. I think mother nature is just upset with America for letting Mitt Romney speak against her openly for so long. Who am I to speculate though? It's probably just a sign of the coming apocalypse. Soon it will be raining marinara sauce and peas and the ground will turn into just a conglomerate of cockroaches. The storm isn't too bad in the upper east side, but things are sketchy out near the waters, so my thoughts go out to everyone who has to deal with things out that way. I hope everyone who lives in the areas that are underwater or underneath dangling cranes made it out of the city safely.
May Thor, Ganesh, Allah, Yahweh, John Travolta or whatever other god you worship be looking over you today and for the rest of this storm.
May Thor, Ganesh, Allah, Yahweh, John Travolta or whatever other god you worship be looking over you today and for the rest of this storm.
For me however, it's been bear-able.
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