It’s funny because it’s true. No joke, I bought whiskey and tortilla chips last night in preparation for Hurricane Irene (that bitch) to slam NYC on Sunday. If you don’t hear from me on Monday, either a) my apartment has flooded, thus ruining my treasured worldly possessions, and I’m out on the street hysterically crying or b) the electricity gods have had the last laugh and I am without Internet. In both cases, the whiskey doesn’t stand a chance.
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