Saturday, September 13, 2008

Hurricane Ike

Lots of rain out here, but no massive storm surge or whatsit. Seems as though that ninety year old coot who refused to leave Galveston Bay--the one who claimed God would protect him--sure broke the bank at Casino Jesus. Well done, old man, and may your remaining days be filled with glorious nyah-nyahing.

Tina's walloping beau did score one victory, though. During the storm, my older rabbit got the hiccups. He took refuge under an umbrella where he gradually recovered his wits.

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