Tornadoes
I've decided tornadoes are like boys...
They're unreliable. Whenever you think you have them mapped out they switch directions.
They get you worked up with all the noise and tension in the air of a huge show...only to leave you sitting in your basement eating cold pasta.
They barge in, trash your home and then leave.
Many of them take forever to build themselves up to adequate size.
There are only five kinds: 1-sissyboy, 2-sexually ambiguous boy, 3-mildly entertaining and only good for a few minutes of moisture, 4-a blow hard, 5-a real killa.
And these were my thoughts as I sat in the unfinished basement of the police department tonight during a tornadoe warning, eating my cold pasta and listening to high-strung divorcees analyze the change in air pressure outside their windows.
They're unreliable. Whenever you think you have them mapped out they switch directions.
They get you worked up with all the noise and tension in the air of a huge show...only to leave you sitting in your basement eating cold pasta.
They barge in, trash your home and then leave.
Many of them take forever to build themselves up to adequate size.
There are only five kinds: 1-sissyboy, 2-sexually ambiguous boy, 3-mildly entertaining and only good for a few minutes of moisture, 4-a blow hard, 5-a real killa.
And these were my thoughts as I sat in the unfinished basement of the police department tonight during a tornadoe warning, eating my cold pasta and listening to high-strung divorcees analyze the change in air pressure outside their windows.
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