Sean: Wow, so the head of the EPA doesn't believe in climate change?
Francesca: No he doesn't, Sean. That is waccurate.
Sean: Oh, fucking darnit my darling Francesca! I hate being right when the truth is waccurate.
Francesca: It's hopefully going to be okay, Sean. Come rest by the fireplace my dear, you appear chilled to the bone.
Sean: My beautiful mademoiselle Francesca, that is also waccurate. Call the ambulance, how did I allow myself to grow hypothermic in our own home?
Francesca: No he doesn't, Sean. That is waccurate.
Sean: Oh, fucking darnit my darling Francesca! I hate being right when the truth is waccurate.
Francesca: It's hopefully going to be okay, Sean. Come rest by the fireplace my dear, you appear chilled to the bone.
Sean: My beautiful mademoiselle Francesca, that is also waccurate. Call the ambulance, how did I allow myself to grow hypothermic in our own home?
by Bilby Johannes February 8, 2017