cry about it, justin.
looks like rita spared your house. do remember, there is still 'hurricane wilma', a woman's name ending in an 'a'. flintstones will rip your shit down. also remember that if your house is up this year, there is still next year and the 20 years after that. i'd plan on moving. we are never in the clear, we might just be lucky. louisiana is that friend you never had. always taking punches for you. i love louisiana. rita was a clown sent to harass us. next time a hurricane comes, no one will leave and they will all die. the end is near. get your shotgun out.
ass.
ass.