I’ve been checking weather.com about Hurricane Frances since about Wednesday.
All week we’re thinking the same thing: it’s huge, it’s wet, it’s vicious and it’s coming. And it’s gonna kick 'em when they’re down. Ruthless.
And, every day, it’s a little closer.
Yesterday it was beautiful. Big and round and tight like fine booty – it looked like it could COVER Florida completely and have a little love left fot Georgia. It had a well-defined eye. Category 4. 145 mph winds. DAYUM! :eek:
Then today I got on the computer, checked out a picture. Man, what a let down. . .it looked like it was falling apart. No eye. I could tell from looking at it what I was about to read, “downgraded to category 3”. :o
Pussy-ass hurricane. Charley should beat you like a bitch.
Winds went from 145 to 120. What the hell can you wreck with 120s?
This thing is hanging out over the ocean. Isn’t that supposed to prop these bad boys up, not chill 'em out.
You watch. . .I bet it’s not above a Cat 2 when it hits. Kite-flying weather.
Pussy-ass Frances. At least Ivan looks like he might be along soon to throw down some hurricane GULAG STYLE!
IVAN, WHAT FOOL!