Hey, Chicago. We need to talk.
I think I need to speak very sternly to you for a minute. You know I love you, right? We talked about this yesterday? But, baby, come on, you're breaking my heart here.
I mean, I know you're not perfect, OK? You've got all the crime and the traffic and the public projectile poopers. (Though we like to imagine them as being from Milwaukee. Ha. Ha.) It's at least partly because of and not despite your faults that I love you. It keeps you kind of spicy and interesting, you know? Each day is an adventure with you.
But I am telling you right now, baby, lover, sweetheart, if you don't stop with this FUCKING SNOW I will pack right up and move to Florida. And I haaaate Florida. So please, don't make me do that, OK? Just give me a little sun, sweetie. Just one single solitary ray, and all will be well.
I mean, I know you're not perfect, OK? You've got all the crime and the traffic and the public projectile poopers. (Though we like to imagine them as being from Milwaukee. Ha. Ha.) It's at least partly because of and not despite your faults that I love you. It keeps you kind of spicy and interesting, you know? Each day is an adventure with you.
But I am telling you right now, baby, lover, sweetheart, if you don't stop with this FUCKING SNOW I will pack right up and move to Florida. And I haaaate Florida. So please, don't make me do that, OK? Just give me a little sun, sweetie. Just one single solitary ray, and all will be well.
posted by Bathtub Mary at 7:11 AM
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