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September 22, 2002

tropical depression

I listened to the radio as I drove.  I heard this weather bulletin:

Hurricane Isidore made landfall at the Yucatan Peninsula of Mexico today.  The Category 3 hurricane was packing 125 mph winds and a hard-on for Mexicans.  Early reports indicate Isidore consumed enormous quantities of tequila and trashed the place.   Specially-equipped airplanes from the National Weather Service flew into Isidore's eye to collect data and to perform a battery of tests, including one for nystagmus.  Isidore flunked the field-sobriety test and, by early evening, he'll begin slurring his speech.

Expect Hurricane Isidore to think he's witty and charming by midnight.  He will move back over water by morning and begin to weave erratically all over the Gulf of Mexico.  As the storm gathers strength, you should see him act as though he's invisible.  Tomorrow, Isidore will be upgraded to Category 4, characterized by high winds and an extremely bloodshot eye.  Isidore should convince himself that the beautiful, toothless tropical storm lurking behind the Caymans is, in fact, gorgeous and horny.  We anticipate Isidore will take her home to get blown by sustained winds of 140 mph.  Then he'll lose strength.  By daybreak, look for Isidore to realize his mistake and, by nightfall, he will become downgraded to a Tropical Depression.

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