Chicago's weather is like a bi-polar unemployed chick...

You can tell she's unemployed because the weekend are always nice, sunny and warm! Come Monday she's bitter about not having a job and dipping dots come falling from the sky. By quitting time the mud tasting dots(dont ask how I know) are all but gone and the weather is fairly cool. Her friends are really to be commended for force feeding her meds hidden in a block of cheese(all the while massaging her throat). Tuesdays are pretty good she's mellowed out a little bit since Monday. Wednesdays is hump day and she enjoys saying "hump." Thursdays is all you can eat hot wings and 50 cent drafts at Bottom lounge. Friday there are short bursts of hot and cold weather because she excited to go out but is sad because she spent all her money on wings and beer. Saturday she bumbs money from her always sunny sister Las Vegas who always seems to have a lot cash for some reason. Sunday she drunkenly calls her brother NYC to tell him about all the boys who rejected her and called her crazy when she said she could control the weather...