And there are actually people who obsess over and profess boundless love for this endless consecutive days of ninety-plus degrees of Fahrenheit shit? Just what sensation that comes from it is that which makes them incredibly giddy with happiness? Is it taking a shower to cool off and wash away the dried-on layers of perspiration only to instantly becoming sweatier than before just from the act of stepping out of the shower and picking up a towel? Or perhaps it's the fondling of the steering wheel of your car that's been parked directly under the rays of the sun for most of the afternoon?
And why do extreme heat waves only become longer than originally forecast and never shorter? Explain that Weather Channel!!
I mean, I used the "S" word above in a descriptive way to enhance the issue of overly warm degrees, which I sincerely attempt to avoid in places like this, but that's what the heat does to me. Extremely dulls my levels of genuine sincerity and the desire to be well behaved and humble.
It's just that I hate this eff'ing bullshit!! Ooopps there I go again.
I mean, about the only positive that I can come up with in this whole sweaty, steamy, sloppy, smelly, gritty mess is that an ice cold bottle of Pepsi tastes infinitely better than it would on a deep in the bowels of winter freezingly cold type of day. There's no comparison.
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