Wednesday, January 12, 2011

MECCA HINEY HO

A conversation I overheard today between a woman and her daughter (?) who looked to be about 5-ish:
  
Mom:  What did she call you?!? 

Little girl:  She called me an asshole! 

Mom (irritated):  But what did you call her? 

Little girl:  A faggot...? 

Sugar and spice! 

You know what would be an awesome job?

A meteorologist. 

You know what the requirements are? 

Jack shit. 

You know how accurate you have to be?

Not at ALL. 

Just look up at the sky and make up stories about "fronts" and use phrases like "slightly scattered", then change your story during one of those weather breaks mixed in with the soap operas after it's already well into the afternoon. 

Pretend like you were never wrong. 

Just say there's a "chance" of rain everyday, that covers your ass all season. So you'd basically get paid to run your mouth about things you can't control.

Sorry, it's just that I have a problem with the weather forecast being one thing at 1:11 in the morning but totally different when I wake up.  Just figure it out or shut up and stop pretending like you know.

Although, that Angela Buchman is pretty hot, even when she's lying through her perfect WISH-TV teeth.  She can tell me weather lies anytime...

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