Hurricanes, Nasal Cavities, and Scary Nature

[Tampa Bay Hurricane]

Joke about Irene, Frances, Jeanne:
Joke Post:

The mucus in my upper nasal cavities continues to build, throwing
my perspicacious logic into a chaos of incomprehensible and
nonsensical confusion.

It seems like nature knows in its ubiquitous and omnipotent heart
the minute I commit a sin. For prior to Jeanne and Frances last
year I committed two sins to nature. The result was this pair in 2004
whose eyewalls hit the FL east coast, crossed over central Florida, and
passed directly over my spiritual abode. Irene may do the same, if
she does, the turpitude of my motives will have again catalyzed
the diabolical adumbration of my sins, that adumbration being Irene,
nature's response to my sins.

I must accept my punishment and let the wrath of Irene descend upon
my humble yet not untarnished soul.

I must proceed to gradually drain the mucus from my nasal cavities.