So, I'm feelin' it again...I can't really explain why I come and go with this whole bloggin' thing, but that's the way it is. As always, I'll try to be more regular...like a Metamucil addict.
Today's topic is brought to you by the new Walkmen album, "You and Me".
You know what job I want? I want to be the guy that gets to name Hurricanes and/or Tropical Storms. I'd prefer Hurricanes, of course, but I can only imaginethe number of people I'd have to sleep with at the Weatherological Society to get that plum gig. Six, maybe?
Anyway, can you imagine the guy that gets to father multiple storms per year? The sweet, stormy irony of it all is that he's probably living somewhere in Fiji, drinkin' Kava, eating people and laughing it up while he throws out gems like "Gustav" and "Hannah". I could do so much better, so here we go:
Hurricane Applebee, Hurricane Battlebot, Hurricane Caine, Hurricane Destroyer, Hurricane Epilepsy, Hurricane Fantasia, Hurricane Gurgle, Hurricane Hypochondriac, Hurricane Icahn, Hurricane Jellyfish, Hurricane Kharma Kameleon, Hurricane Laserface, Hurricane Mongo, Hurricane Napkin, Hurricane Optimus, Hurricane Prime, Hurricane Q-tip, Hurricane Rip-your-face-off, Hurricane Sucky, Hurricane Telecommunication, Hurricane Udders, Hurricane Vasectomy, Hurricane Wham!, Hurricane Xanax, Hurricane Yanni, Hurricane Zazra
May the Applebee always at your back,
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