So we’re sitting around in the breakroom at the Festival Of Dirt and in the glow of the dimwitted noon newscast discussing the fire, we started speculating. Ho ho! The mountains are on fire, and the winds outside are insane, what could possibly happen? Geez, what we need is a freakin’ earthquake! Stop! You’re killing me!
Yeah. A 4.2 hit about twenty minutes ago. I’m gonna need a frog umbrella, I think.
– bob