Thanks John. This is exactly what I needed this morning. Hungover. Feel like shit. Monday’s suck. Lost my shirt gambling. Hate my life. Total Rock Bottom. So why not have John the Weatherman jizz in my eyeball. Kick me when I’m down. Hey, No problem dude. Make yourself at home. Mushroom cap me in the face. Its your weather, I’m just along for the ride.
In the words of Tim Lincecum, now I know how chicks feel.