There goes hurricane Omar. Bye bye. It’s been three years and not one good blow-job has come to my town. The hurricane center has been telling me for the past three or four years that we are in for the “Big One”. What a bunch of goddam liars. It’s bad enough that it is slow here. Even worse there is no work. This is something that the “Big One” would fix. I have no problem with a good economic boost based on death and destruction. The only bad thing is when it comes to dealing with your insurance. When I get my auto insurance quotes, they know I live under a coconut tree. Not good. Flood insurance? Forget about it, it doesn’t exist here. Come to think about it, wind insurance is almost extinct too. It’s been about ten years since we’ve had a “real” storm here anyway. And that was a cat3 and it still was a pussy of a flea fart wind event. I remember toasting with a shot of Mezcal because I found out I was pregnant and then a wind gust blew out my porch, flooded my house, and tore off my roof. There was lots of good looking working men here shortly after. I slept with a few and one still thinks he’s my babies daddy.

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