Join Date: Feb 2010
Location: Narragansett Bay
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Re: Dear Mr. Weatherman...
Actually, there is one and only one possible remedy. The weather gods are going to see right through the fake foulie packing now.
You go out tonight and consume rum like it was your job. While ordering another, you proclaim your foolishness to the bartender and drown yourself in sorrow and remorse. The truth is, you should want to abuse yourself for what you've done to us all.
When you awake with the worst hangover you've ever had, the weather gods may believe you've done your penance and have mercy on us all. You can then go on your Advil nurtured sail.
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In the harsh marine environment, something is always in need of repair. Margaritas fix everything.