...here comes Irma, hot off the press. packing a mean and mighty wind
185, can you give me a 185, yes, devastating and heading for the mainline,
like a hot load of junk.
she's a doozy before she ever got started, drying up the water supplies, and ply wood and things of the trade... for gruff men who know how to secure the
borders of this land ... Merica, sounds foreign and feminine, but whatever dude.
She's coming like the devastation that is the female ilk... and she's the enemy.
Isis, and hurricanes and wimpy men hurrihims... like andrew, and harvey. Member floyd? not manly enough. Not a mention.
Now Irene I remember, as the tennis courts became my water front Venice
thanks to a river named Raritan. And Sandy, wow, what a blowout... the winds were as evil as a crazy bat blowing a cigar from hell. There was praying for the
sport of that one. The boardwalk was ruined... but hey, we still got Ice Capades in Jersey.
No, those were true rages and here she comes again. I am watching the warriors and the hype, and weary weather girl who has seen enough and will not comply. The men are bringing it home, like a sporting event. Water in bottles everywhere, but not a drop to drink on grocery shelves for the riff raff. Moms are pissed. We see the manipulation. Not on our watch soldier... she would slap her own son
for such a perversion of justice. Yea, she would.
Irmageddon is coming all ye of little faith, God is pissed off again and having
another tantrum. Please ladies, stifle your giggles, it's not funny. No it's not.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Our children are watching, and it really isn't nice to try and fool Mother Nature. Fool. Take off your wimple... you look ridiculous poser man.
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