Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Monday, September 27, 2004

I can't believe he calls himself "the Mike Wallace of meterology." The guy makes me sick.

We watched Jim Cantore a lot in the televised run-up to Charley, and then again as Frances came through. He looked too damned happy to be standing in a category 4 storm. Oh, and what ecstasies he enjoyed as a fourth (!) hurricane came through to kiss his stern and rain-drenched cheeks.

What a pervert. We're not sure if he's married, but if he is we suspect his latest bedroom game involves role-playing:

"Okay, you be Jeanne and I'll be Ivan."

"Be gentle against my eywall."

"When I say go, start blowing."

No word yet from Spumoni South. I suspect the phone and electric will be out for some time. Hope they made enough sandwiches to get them through.
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