So, let’s see here, let me see what my OS X weather widget has to say about this weekend.
Do you know what that means? Of course you don’t, that’s why you’re here and reading this. Or maybe you clicked the link in my RSS feed. Whatever. You’re on this page now, and reading the written. I now realize you can see where I live, or is this simply just a location I’m checking?
It’s going to be a rainy overcast weekend. Do you know what I do when it’s rainy overcast funtime and I don’t need to do anything? I don’t leave the fucking house.
Do you know what people in my town do, since it’s a weekend day? They go out to fucking eat!
I set it up like that for a reason.
People, for some reason just absolutely fucking love to go out to eat when there’s adverse weather. It could be simply a rainy day, or we could be in the middle of a fucking tornado warning. These fuckers go out to fucking eat. Except for the first snowfall. Subsequent snowfalls have them out in droves. I don’t get this. Seriously. It’s not that good people. The food that I cook for you is not not worth risking your fucking life for. Let me restate this for you in words you may or may not understand:
“Well, gawrsh, Sora. I can’t see that thar road. Let’s go out. And eat!!”
Seriosuly. Stay the fuck home if the weatherman is saying that you should probably stay inside, it’s fucking cold and there’s a travel advisory. That means that you could fucking die if you drive to a restaurant and have a fucking hamburger. Or grilled cheese with a bowl of soup. Fuck off. I don’t want to be there, nor do I want to cook for you if there’s a chance of me dying on my way home after making your fucking burger. Find your fucking kitchen and make something. Radical fucking concept here, but try it!