A brief, and absolutely true, narrative about last night's Storm of the Century

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Last night, tornadoes came to my neighborhood, robbing little old ladies of their life savings and young men of their dignity.

But I beat back the winds, with only a trash can and a feather duster. The Storm of the Century was no match.

Afterward, the weather men and I got drunk on the flood waters and feasted on the flotsam floating down the Crosstown.

It was a storm the likes of which we will never see again ... that is if we saw it in the first place.

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