Colonel Kira's Left Tit
Bearded Belly of Bajor
Oh dearie me. I got in trouble online for saying I wanted to drill Melanie Shatner back in the 90s.
Well yeah. Of course. Or something.Say you meant you'd give her help putting some shelves up.
Checking the weather as I get ready for bed. Still technically Tuesday. Now they're telling me the high today is only 88--after previously stealth-adjusting it up to 92. So, if I'm not being entirely clear, it was 92 degrees today. They didn't predict that. But they went back and changed it so it looked like they predicted it would get up to 92. Now they've changed it so they predicted it was only 88--even though it was clearly 92 and they'd already changed the prediction up to 92 instead of the mid-80s they initially forecast. Fuck kicking the fuckweasel in the balls, I want to beat him with a shovel until he stops moving. I feel like at least one juror will support me.If someone introduced me to the person who provides the data Google uses for its weather reports, I would kick them in the balls like a mule. Every fucking day now.
"Oh, hey, it's only going to get up to 85, 87 degrees. The temps should actually be on their way down by the time you get back from your walk."
[Gets back from walk and checks the temp: 92 degrees.] "I don't know what you're complaining about, that's what the daily high was going to be. See? Just look at the icon below." You know what? It's bad enough to be fucking wrong about the weather, but to be wrong and then go back and change the prediction so you're not wrong? Eat a bag of dicks, cuntface.