Hold on to Uranus, Monkey Dog says something wicked this way comes. My weather predictions are as follows.
No tornadoes, but the fruit stand on the river road will be lifted again and placed quietly on the top of the Superdome. The high winds will miraculously reconnect the power to the street lights at State and St. Charles.
Massive cases of Diarrhea will ensue as the water department accidentally reconnects to the sewerage lines. Thousands of 96 gallon garbage cans will become satelites of death in the breeezy morning hours. Ray Nagin will weep in the fetal position after realizing his Hummer was dented by hail. Eddie Jordan will be sued by an N.O.P.D. officer after his derby is thrown from his head and lodged into the officer’s back. The missing cash from the evidence room at the courthouse will mysteriously float onto the front porch of the fire dpartment. Finders Keepers!
I’m going now.