Do you know why the Brits talk about the weather so much?
Because their weather is fucking psychotic, that’s why.
I was minding my own business, weeding the driveway (my driveway is BRICK! Hahaha! But it hasn’t been weeded in a thousand years). It was sunny, warm, if a bit windy.
And then this spooky bastard blew up, pelted me with hail for five minutes, and flew off again.
I was like, “WTF?! Did anybody get the number on that bus?”
Then it was sunny again. Stupid England.
Happy Friday, everyone! (Yeah, funny that. Even when you’re unemployed, it matters).