An open letter to Hurricane Irene.
Dear Irene,
I understand that with your large size and rotund features you may think that you are “all that” and perhaps even “a bag of chips”. I understand that you have low self-esteem considering the fact that no one likes you and they all wish that you would just go away. None of them have invited you to their parties and in fact most have hidden away just to avoid meeting you altogether.
Now, you are making your way to my location quite soon, and I wish to inform you that I am making no plans to hide away and cry about the destruction that your immense, shall we say, largeness. I am going to be awaiting you, shouting but one thing repeatedly into the eye of your storm:

COME AT ME BRO
Sincerely,
Geoff Girardin