Chicago Weather God: “I’m Just Fucking With You”
CHICAGOâFor you, I made it seventy degrees. Now you can wear that new skirt youâve been waiting to show off since, oh, late August. I mean, seriously, that low cut is really cute and everyone is looking at you, babe. Whatâs that you say an hour later? Itâs raining and fifty? My bad. I can’t help but make it rain on them slightly flirtatious but ultimately shy NU girls. If it makes you feel better, Iâll throw in a little hail tonight.

