A storm is coming.

It’s coming from where you’re from. It’s your friends from back home. And boy, are they jazzed about coming to IV for Halloween.

Take it from your old friend the weatherhuman. Warn these souls about what awaits them here. Streets so packed you can’t move from being surrounded by sweaty flesh. Mostly juvenile genital-theme costumes. Crowded kegs filled with cheap-ass beer. So many cops you can’t differentiate their smell from the horses they’re riding.

So please tell them to practice safe partying. Get really shitfaced before you go out.

Tuesday’s forecast: The cops? I wouldn’t worry about those little guys. The ‘human has something planned for them.