Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! (Linda edit)
Ha ha ha. Hee hee hee.
Blow winds. Rage. Blow..
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks.
Come and get me, you hurricanoes.
Come and get me you sooners.
Come and get me you god damned, stinking wolverines.
We don't need no stinkin wolverines.
Heh, heh, heh.
Hah, hah, hah, hah.........
HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH, HAH! ! !
Hi, everyone. This is Linda, the nut's wife.
I'm sorry about this.
He's outside now and shaking his fist at the winds, singing the opening lines to Oklahoma!
He's been like this since last night.
I think the victory, some alcohol, and sleep deprivation has gotten to him.
We had to go to 7:30 am Mass this morning because I was assigned as a Eucharistic minister.
I made sure my station was far away from him.
I was scared to death what he would do at the kiss of peace.
He sat there cackling to himself and repeating, "Hunter got the Bear, Hunter got the Bear!"
What does that mean?
Stay safe in the storm everyone.
Oh God, I think he's taking his clothes off now.
He's shouting something about not giving his kingdom to his daughters.
He doesn't have any daughters.
And he sure doesn't have any kingdom.