So the Weatherhuman realized that there may have been some miscommunication with yesterday’s forecast. I called raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens “gay.” Now, I don’t know about you, but I was raised to believe that “gay” means “merry,” not the derogatory crap that everyone associates with it nowadays. In fact, I think UCSB is pretty darn sexist with their whole “queer” nonsense. I’d rather be a gay homosexual than a queer one. At least then I’m happy and not strange. Also, raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens ARE gay. Their merriment just won’t quell your fear in a thunderstorm quite like a dose of Merry-J. See? Even pot is happy.

Tomorrow’s Forecast: LGBTQ realizes, “Oh, fuck, the Weatherhuman has a point” and becomes just LGBT. So there.