So Benji, the dude crazy enough to move to an area that can only be referred to as “what war zone?” has gone out all and visited an area that could be called “what hurricane?” and he is reporting kinda live from good ole Houston, Texas. He’s got me in stitches with his reporting on events such as “And on that note, I can’t get too scared about a Hurricane named Ike. Call it Hurricane Iran and see what happens. We all seem to get out of bed with a country named Iran nearby. But give her 100+ winds and watch us evacuate.”
But he should note that should he manage to survive hurricane Ike, I intend to beat him with a blunt object because he is eating cheez-its! If he had his hot little hands on cheetos, I might be considering homicide. Oy, cheetos, how could I have forgotten how much I love cheetos!? Crunchy cheetos, puffy cheetos!! On the other hand, the faux and scary-looking container of hummus he’s got his hands on from an American grocery store (ok, we need to take a quick break here people to sigh for a moment in bliss at the thought of an American-style grocery store) is probably guaranteed to do at least his taste-bud in so maybe I should let him off the hook.
I’ve hunkered down myself in hurricane sympathy watching the non-stop action via the link I talked about below (ok, so here it is again –hurricane in octiplex theater) and I’ve had to stock up on goods in sympathy. Yeah, I’ve got real hummus here, along with pizza, nuts of many varieties, Dr. Pepper AND Dr. Brown’s cream soda and rootbeer (muha ha ha), and other sundry items. Not to mention electricity.
Oh and yeah, remember those stooooopid people who decided to ride out the hurricane? Well, now they are calling on helicopters to come and rescue them because they can’t get out because of the flooding. Helicopter pilots are now risking their lives trying to airlift 150 people who’ve called for help…3 or 4 at a time. Smart. Real swift. IDIOTS.
More to come from …