Weather Girls

Winter's on its way, which means it's time for the meteorologists to take center stage. I mean - they go crazy around here in the winter! You know, I have always wanted to date a weather girl. Not because they're usually hot and perky, though that'd be great. No. I want to date a weather girl because they're the only women I know who actually get excited when they're about to get three inches!

Yerp!

So I'm at my local watering hole one night, and I'm sitting next to this guy who's pretty drunk. Anyway, near the end of the night he turns to me and says "I don't mean to be racist, but..." Now first off - you know that anything that begins with "I don't mean to be racist" is going to be TOTALLY racist. And if you don't meant to be racist, then don't fucking say what you're about to say! But...whatever.

Anyway, he turns to me and says "Hey, man, I don't mean to be racist, but I've gotta ask you - what's the best Chinese restaurant in town?" And I look at him, and I'm like "You don't MEAN to be racist but...? Dude, that's totally fucking racist! What do I look like - Yerp!?"