The adult toy warehouse wasn't there when we built the house twenty years ago, and it's not there today.
It was there yesterday, though.
Tornadoes are random at best, and this is another great example of their selective nature. It completely missed the Shady Acres Mobile Home Park and instead had its way with the "Batteries Not Included" building at the end of my road.
Before today, not everyone knew what they made there, and they mostly kept to themselves.
That all changed when the tornado touched down in the parking lot and ripped the roof off the building, scattering the contents of the warehouse across the neighborhood and half the county.
Indeed, It was a sight to behold.
Like something out of a Ray Stevens song.
The Baptist church got it worse than anywhere else.
The roof is low-pitched and has accumulated a collection of um... let's just call it inventory.
Midmorning, some concerned citizens spotted the newly acquired decorations and alerted the press.
Our house was mostly untouched.
I am currently standing out on the corner with a whole list of puns lined up in my head, hoping to get interviewed by the local news. Wish me luck.
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