There’s a storm a-brewin’ and she’s coming our way. Tropical Storm Omar (it’s a cross-dressing storm - you can tell by the fingers and the deeper voice) is due to hit PR later tonight. The National Society of Barometric Stuff has issued an official warning and action plan for all of Rincon. I’ll spare you the highly sophisticated and technical mumbo-jumbo, but basically what they recommend is for everybody to go to Rock Bottom and get drunk. The nastier stuff isn’t supposed to start until well after last call, so come on down (and then up) to Rock Bottom. I personally have taken all the necessary precautions. I changed the light bulb in my MagLite and bought some long underwear. I’m going to sleep inside the beer cooler. In the latest Indian Jones movie, Indy saves himself from a nuclear blast by hiding in an ordinary refrigerator, so I’m confident our bottle box can protect me from Omar. If not, at least I won’t go down sober. Ha! If I had a nickle for everytime….

1. Capt. Sasha Says:
   October 17th, 2008 at 5:18 pm

   Oh I’ve seen your sack of nickels! Did you get any good surf from Omar? How’s Katarina doing in the parking lot?

2. DooDoo Says:
   October 22nd, 2008 at 6:05 pm

   Omar didn’t give us squat. Just a stiffer breeze. Katarina’s sitting high and dry. Just powerwashed her topside and undercarriage. Lookin’ good.