I still have a throat full of goo and now hurricane Sandy is coming to kill me.
This is horrible on porpoise.
So, hurricane Sandy is probably going to fuse with a cold front, or something, and turn into a massive apocalypse storm.
At least one model I saw of its projected path sees it going straight for southern Ontario and doing a little dance.
I’m preparing for it by doing absolutely nothing.
Sometimes, I eat bears.
My throat still hurts. I hope I don’t have to get my tonsils out or anything.
Now is the time for the three-headed man to do his little dance!