Lord, our hearts and our leaders tell us that you used the fury of nature itself to punish our area for its gross sin and disobedience. So now after six months of deep suffering we see your merciful hand in helping lift us up out of the miry clay. Well, I'd like to talk more but, hey, the parade's about to start and I'm hoping the chicks will be as loose as I know the booze will. See 'ya.
Oh, yea, Amen.
Phynerk
