Cyclone Monica Update

I got hold of Ben last week to inquire about his adventures inside Cyclone Monica. His response was this:

The Cyclone was a category five when it was coming through the water, but dropped down to category one by the time it reached inland. The resulting Cyclone was three hours of rain with a mild wind that felt like an old woman farting in your face.

What an anti-climax. The News reports stated that Cyclone Monica was going to be a magnificient whore beast of a storm to rival even Cyclone Tracey. We were expecting armageddon, and what we got was mild inconvenience.

Cyclone Tracey was God's little temper tantrum that rained down on Darwin on Christmas Eve in 1974. Scientist believed that it looked something like this:


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