WATER
- 6.35 drams per kilogram per person per fortnight, 4/5ths that if the person is abnormally short or just not thirsty.
- Gallon a day for asshole-cleaning.
- Gallon a day for pets, unless they are living cactuses.
ICE
- Stop.
- Preparate and listen.
- Irma’s back and she’ll mast up your mizzen.
- Word to your mother.
FOOD
- 14 years worth of canned food.
- At least a case of Magic Shell.
- Shitload of chutney.
- Ten boxes of dry cereal, but not Rice Krispies because no one needs that “Snap, crackle, and pop” bullshit when your roof’s caving in.
- Powdered soup.
- Milk dumplings.
- “Steak.”
- Sunflower seeds. (Minor league baseball teams only.)
- Long pig.
- Six (6) erotic cakes.
- Avocado toast, if you’re a wasteful Millennial.
SUPPLIES
- If at least two bedrooms in your home aren’t completely filled with D batteries, you’re gonna fucking die.
- Flashlight.
- Fleshlight.
- Candles. (Jesus candles are preferable.)
- Melee weaponry.
- Ranged weaponry.
- Solar-powered nightlight.
- Tarps, unless you are sheltering at a Phish concert.
- Duct tape.
- Duck tape.
- At least twelve (12) op-eds from regretful Trump voters.
- Fire extinguisher.
- Fire distinguisher. (“Yup, that’s a fire. Very easy to distinguish. The heat and the crackling noises give it away.”)
- Allen wrenches in case the hurricane drops an Ikea on you.
- Work gloves.
- Opera gloves.
- G. Love and Special Sauce.
- Rope.
- Soap.
- Dope.
- As much toilet paper as you think you’ll need, times two.
You get long pig after the storm, not before…