For those of you who've been coming to Doin Time Comedy at Nietzsche's lately, you've noticed I've been telling a lot of jokes related to hurricanes.  Well, early this morning mother nature screwed me sweetly.  Many of my comedic ideas come to me on my lengthy 90 minute commute each way from Buffalo 2-3 times a week.  I used to write those ideas down while driving, but after veering off the road a few times (not to mention dropping a hoagie from Jim's Steakout all over me) - I decided I would do something a little safer - and a little illegal - by using my cell phone to call my answering machine in my apartment while driving and leaving messages for myself with premises, punch-lines, reminding myself of how sexy I am, etc.  Well, I probably called my machine 8 or 9 times this past week with some sweet-meat material, but I had yet to listen to the messages and write down what I left.  Tonight the remittance of Hurricane Ike hit town . . . it was actually nice, I was sitting outside in the grass around midnight just enjoying the winds . . . . until, BAM, power outage.  Answer machine messages - GONE!  Stupid  1990s technology and electronic memory, I should have stuck with the 1980s method of using a tape.  So here's the deal mother nature . . . I don't like you, and you don't like me.  And apparently you don't have a sense of humor . . . . Consider this war, bitch.  It's on.

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