This hurricane shit can be tiresome.
I still haven't bought a gun yet...
This hurricane shit can be tiresome.
I still haven't bought a gun yet...
i hope you guys don't get hit too hard.
baby ya hustle. but me i hustle harder.
Had a cyclone pass by a few kilometers offshore of Sri Lanka's west coast while living there back in high school, looked awesome with lightning literally raining down (if I'd guess it'd be 5 flashes per second, for hours) and a big tree fell into the backyard, but luckily it missed the house and the wind was never strong enough to cause serious damage.
I'm thinking of you guys! Hell we're watching it here too. They have NO idea where this one is going. For days my county or the county of south of us was suppose to get Fay. They cancelled everything that Tues and I was awe struck when our county was probably the only county who didn't get squat from it.
I've learned to watch the updates but quit paying so much attention to the track until the last 48 hours because these things have a mind of their own...
everything happens for a reason...beginning to wonder why.
rejected? for what...
maybe your gun doesn't spill something.
God, so atrocious in the Old Testament, so attractive in the New--the Jekyl and Hyde of sacred romance.
-Mark Twain
If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
-Albert Einstein
Have sex during the worst of the storm
I've seen poor, illegal, families driving around in beat up pick-ups searching through the trash piles gut crews compile.
Most pathetic thing was when this little adolescent boy in a torn white t-shirt, shorts, and no shoes, walking on those horrid streets, picked out a soggy wet mattress we just removed, and motioned his dad in the truck to come pick it up to and to the rest of the junk they had.
Still watching Gustav.
Might evacuate to Texas if it's coming towards us.
This reminds me of when we had a huge power outage here in New York City a few summers ago. It lasted two days, and at first everyone thought it was some kind of terrorist attack. Then everyone walked home, the streets totally packed with people. No one could work the next day anyway so that night, people had hot, sweaty black out parties. And the next week everyone had stories about black out sex.
It's funny what a little natural disaster does to the libido.
“Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist”--George Carlin