knox snooze

Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake.

Batten down the hatches, boy

Mah peeps down east are about to get a thrashin'. This bigass storm called Isabel is supposed to land smack in the town where I was married. Last estimate had the prevailing gale at 110 mph. Which is fast, in case you were wondering.

My favorite note was about the guy who lives in a houseboat in Bogue Sound. He's prepared to weather it out on the boat (which is retarded, for anyone thinking about getting in a boat right now). He has 100 pounds of ice, 50 gallons of water, and half a gallon of Rum.

Argh, matey.
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