Blows My Theory

After a solid run of disturbances named after relatives hitting us, meet the first named storm that is coming for us that isn't named for anyone I know.

Other than Amalah's adorable son, Ike, I know of no one in real life named Issac, just this bartender.
(Thank you, Fark). I expect him to be serving drinks as he passes by-hurricanes for everyone...


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