Chewin in the Chung

Fark headline:
Meanwhile, Karl, who didn't stop and ask directions to Miami, is lost in the middle of the Atlantic; will hit Iceland instead

Sigh. 'Tis true. Karl does not ask for directions ever, especially when he is incarnated as a hurricane. It would have been wonderful if Karl had slid on over and kicked the hell out of Jacksonville, because 13 years ago Hurricane Andrew stomped Miami. (I have a brother named Andrew). If we could then just get a Hurricane Matt to hit Tallahassee, it would be a Smith family trifecta of rain and wind powered destruction.