BoxJam: OK...now we sit tight until it blows over!

'Mina: My blankie!

BoxJam: Honey, I'm sure your blanket will be fine...we'll get it after all the tornadoes have blown through...

'Mina: Need my blankie now!

BoxJam: But honey, el ni�o is causing a line of 200 tornadoes to blow through our yard...

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[[BoxJam leans hard into the wind, towing a bag of trash with him.]]

BoxJam (thinking): Well, they are only 175 mile per hour winds...and it is on the way when I take the trash out...