On the Hunt Tonight, For Love at First Sting

Hurricane, hurricane, hurricane, blah, blah, blah.

Everything in the news lately has been about the hurricane. Even if the Superdome does have a hole in it's roof, it is not like the Saints are going to win any games this year. Besides, what is the big deal about a hurricane? It is just a lot of wind and water. All that does is remind me of a girlfriend I once had.

Speaking of a girlfriend, we were in New Orleans once for mardi-gras. She kept lifting her shirt, but instead of beads, people threw hammers at her. She wasn't happy about that, no.

In seriousness, I hope things are good with Bennet. Although he wasn't necessarily near the eye of the hurricane he was pretty close to the shoulder. If you have ever been near the shoulder of a hurricane you would know that when she lifts her arm a rank smell of BO eminates out and destroys things faster than 165 mph wind (which, for my Canadian friends, would be 265.5 kph - Unless you are from Alberta. There it will be converted to 'Durn Fast').

If the hurricane is of the European type then watch out. That underarm hair will lash out at you faster than a whip from Devo (Before the cream sits out too long, You must whip it). Also, not that I want to tell stories out of school, but it should not be surprising that Blog Ho has a dream that the vagina of a hurricane would pass over his house. I am, with everyone else, awaiting his post on that topic.

So, in conclusion, a big heart-felt hug goes out to all those affected by the hurricane. Now can we get back to our regularly scheduled programming?