Is it churlish to complain that it’s too hot to sleep? In Seattle, in May?
No?
What the heck? Can you believe it’s been [snaining][1] here for four days?
[1]:https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=snaining
But not slenailing? (snow, sleet, hail, rain, all in the same damned storm.)
Doesn’t that make me think “wimps!”?
Well, doesn’t that dash my dream of moving to Chicago?
Isn’t the promise of sassages enough?
Are they vegan?
Isn’t that saahsages?
If I take you to the right places, won’t they be?
I assume that all of that stuff is coming at ya more or less horizontally rather than vertically?
Can we go to the Parthenon and get that flaming cheese dish?
Why not both?
Don’t I prefer a couple of other restaurants in Greektown to that one? But if that’s what you want, aren’t I willing to oblige?
Did you know that saganaki (Greek flaming cheese) is not vegan?
Ain’t I still a cheese eater? Haven’t I attempted to go full vegan and failed miserably (thankfully)?
And yes, please, wouldn’t I be happy to try different places to eat?
Isn’t cheese my weakness too?
Have you given up?
Are you a cheese-eating surrender-monkey?
Well, wasn’t my paternal gramma part French, so… yeah?
Aw, dude, sorry! Wasn’t I deliberately vague, and didn’t I post a link instead of the picture I wanted to post, just so I wouldn’t spoil it for you? Am I a schmuck?
You never hovered over a link before?