I live in Orlando and we are supposed to get hit by Irma. I went through hurricane Andrew in Miami and it was no pick nick. All the single women riding the carousel on my street are all looking for men to help them. I'm like sweetie do you see me putting up my hurricane shutters sweating my ass off. Do you think I have time to help you? Where's all the guys at you fuck? It's all fun for the ladies until the shit hits the fan. Then Chad is no where to be found. I'll throw some food out in the yard for them if the power stays out and they look hungry. They can listen to my generator and know I'm in my air conditioned fortress.