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Tornado Bait!!!

 

All of you 'storm huggers' would feel a damn sight differently if you were fifteen feet away from a power line pole that was struck by lightning...twice...exploding the transformer, and destroying the ceramic tip holding the topmost 70k volt line that split apart and crashed to the ground, electrifying a chain link fence and permanently puckering my buttcheeks so far inside my a-hole that a burp is now a fart...

 

^^^lmao


It's crazy how it can just hit a single house and not even touch anything else. Just watched the news and sure as hell, it trashed the whole house - lifted it off it's foundation and no other houses were damaged. Not even broken windows.

Haha, a friend of mine, Travis was just interviewed by the reporter haha, he said, "I was just trying to help my quote unquote family you know, so that's what I was doing." HAHHAHAHAH, he said, "quote unquote," I'm gonna give him crap for that. He rides a 78 CB750 cafed out.

 

Whoops... forgot to put the map, seems a lot closer than it is I guess, but there it is...

I don't want to hear it about the crap paint job, lol

 

NY rain is lame, we get 'showers' from groomed med in suits with calm voices, nothing badass and destructive. If houses disappeared, I would like the rain too.

 

Holy ****! Are you serious? What the hell happened, I mean - you alright? Aside from the fart thing, lol...

 

Really, you don't get badass thunderstorms? Where exactlyare you?

 

Oh, it was real. Upon exiting the front door of my g/f's house, in the rain, to light a derm, ZAP. Easily the loudest noise I've ever heard--Marines notwithstanding--I fell back through the doorway and picked up all the purple twinkies that had gathered. Couple heartbeats later a second strike struck, and I could see little bits of ceramic all around the street--where my Tacoma was parked, in the rain, under a power pole that had just been god-stung twice. It wasn't until they tried turning the power back on later that the trans blew and the line separated--and I mean the front door is only three bunny hops away from the pole--that's when the FD and the PD and cable company came to help...the top of the pole was an ashen stump, still smoldering in the rain...psssh...psssh

 

Crazy man, crazy!

"God-stung," lol.

 

I love storms... especially when they're washing away all the salt and crap off the roads from the winter