How fabulous is Miss Weather? I just want to come home every day to "Girl, you have no idea the day I had myself today. I was reportin' on my meteorological findings when this bitch ass cockroach approached me and ON THE AIR, GIRL I squealed like Jon Benet in the basement. On the fucking air, girl. Turn me on some Warwick Avenue, baby, I need to sing this shit out."
In fact, I think this weather homo is so fabulous, he's second only to my favorite person alive, Melissa L. Griffin, power lawyeress, brilliant analyst, supermodel and freakishly talented at the art of friendship. You know, Mel, Zoe, Big Chris, Kate, KG, Devine, Hastings, Kels, Biscuit and Joanne have been my friends on the rare and forbidden occasion when it's not that fun to be my friend. I really hope you've got someone like that (barf) and your weekend assignment is to text them something cheezy. You'll thank me for it. I promise.
Okay, enough of that bullshit.
Oh and also, THIS...