Dear Poseidon/Neptune or whatever you want to be called,

Please stop sending the American's hurricanes.

Really, old buddy. I know that I dared you to 'Give Them Hell' at the last get together... But remember, I had a little too many that night.

Okay?

Besides, the Big Easy is a pretty cool city. Just think of what Athena would say to you!

Okay? Besides, Zeus is breathing down my neck again. Since he can't even TRY to control you, he thought I could.

And I'm not going to go tell someone to drown a horse.

Okay?

Thanks, and much love,

God.

P.S, I WILL defeat you at a drinking contest next year.

(I hope that everyone in Louisiana and the surrounding states can get out of there safely, and that the Dome holds for those who can't. We're all with you. And let's hope for NO!)

She understands a mother's sorrow when her children are lost.
Her daughter, Oya, is the wind. Okulun rules the deep ocean. Better say prayers all around. Ashe!

Offer some rum and cigars and chocolate (m&m's are good) to Elegba, the trickster, too.

Marie Laveaux! High John the Conqueror! Protect your children of New Orleans!

You will get the same amount of help, but at least there have been sightings of his holyness TFSM.
Ramen!
Praise Cheeses!

BTW, I thought Pat Robertson could deal with this shit. Where is he?

working!!!


Please. New Orleans is too special to die.

I'm going to start right now.

Screw school work! This is more important.

beloved New Orleans to be wiped off the map.

See, this is just ONE of the reasons I converted to the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster (C-FSM) only yeaterday.

Brother Bucatini
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