The Frankenstorm is coming! GAH! Just kidding. Well, the storm is coming...and it is merging with a Nor'easter coming in from Canada before it gets here, but...DEAR GOD! IT IS FRANKENSTORM!
|Well, we're fucked.|
|You had better paddle your ass in to work, you fucking pansy.|
|Point A is where I work. Point B is the local beach.|
|Hey Google, this is what we here in the real world call NOT LAND.|
|Hampton will not look this majestic.|
Preparations for Sandy here have been subdued. Sure, we had the usual rush for the grocery stores and boarding up of houses along the immediate coast, and all the schools in the state were either cancelled or will be releasing early, but the attitude to the storm is pure New England: "Fack (Fuck) Sandy. It's just gonna rain wicked haaad (hard) and be windy, and then it will be fackin' (fucking) done Kiiid (Kid). It's not like that blizzaaad (blizzard) the year before last. That was a fuckin' killah (killer). Fuckin' transplants (people not from New England or not from the NE state the person hails from), getting excited over some rain...*grumbling*". Allow me to translate that for you: "You are a fucking pansy-ass-bitch. Are you a New Englander or not?!"
|THIS is what a salty New Englander looks like. She doesn't give a shit about some rain!|
(Hi Grandma, great 'stache and bitchin' hat)
|Sandy, this minuteman in his trash bag attire will give you a musketball enema.|
|Sandy, why are you ruining Halloween, the holiday of candy and slutty costumes?|
|Ha! Take that Sandy! You don't even deserve your own sign!|
|Grand Central Station in New York City at rush hour this morning...|