California Earthquake vs. Gulf State Hurricanes
    When I lived in Texas for a few years, I would get in heated discussions with the natives about living in Los Angeles. They
    used to say "I'd take a hurricane over an earthquake any day". This is the angryhippy response to just how fduckin stupid that
    statement and the people who said it, really are.

    California Earthquakes vs. Gulf State Hurricanes

    Day 1
    Hurricane: You hear there is a tropical depression entering the Gulf, so you go to Kroger's for a free tracking map.
    Earthquake: You kick back and party.

    Day 2
    Hurricane: You mark its location and track after getting current location coordinates from the news.
    Earthquake: You kick back and party.

    Day 3
    Hurricane: You check your stock of masking tape and batteries. You update your tracking map.
    Earthquake: You kick back and party.

    Day 4
    Hurricane: You go to the store and spend money on masking tape, candles, drinking water, flashlight/radio batteries and or
    plywood. The foreigner who owns the Circle Kaos store has doubled the price. You update your tracking map.
    Earthquake: You kick back and party.

    Day 5
    Hurricane: You put tape on your windows, and screw plywood over them. You fill as many pans that will fit in your freezer
    with water to use as ice so your food won't spoil. You clean the bathtub and fill it with water to drink. You update your
    tracking map.
    Earthquake: You kick back and party.

    Day 6
    Hurricane: You pack the car for a quick get away. You call to see if anyone is having a hurricane party. You update your
    tracking map.
    Earthquake: You kick back and party.

    Day 7
    Hurricane: The fduckin thing hung a left turn and heads for Brownsville. You unpack the car, remove the plywood, get out your
    scraper and start removing the tape from the windows, that by this time has fossilized into an unknown substance harder than
    diamond from sitting in that gulf sun. You burn your tracking map.
    Earthquake: You kick back and party.

    Day 8
    Hurricane: The hurricane has just run into a large Pacific storm that crossed Mexico into the Gulf. The thing has now turned
    and is headed back in your direction. You bust out a bottle of Bad Jack and say fuck it.
    Earthquake: There is a 6.3 on the Richter Scale. You are scared shitless for 9 seconds. You find your cats under the bed and
    try to calm them. There's no damage. You kick back and party