Dress rehearsal number three.
Temperature 98 degrees.
Heat index 120 degrees.
"Hey, Mother Nature! You think you're so HOT? I still got SWEAT GLANDS! I'm still SWEATIN'! BRING IT ON, BITCH! I've worked in the DESERT! I"ve worked in GALEVESTON! I've seen HUMIDITY that would send a CROCODILE cryin' home to his MAMA!"
Talking trash to Mother Nature in a blog entry is far more socially acceptable than doing it from my front porch. Just ask my neighbor. He'll agree with me.
Not that I did that.
Not on my front porch.
It was actually on my back deck.
And I wasn't in costume.
As far as you know.
BWAH HAHAHAHAHAHAH!
2 comments:
I feel your pain bubba. It's so hot, I've quit wearing underwear.
Those are some snazzy red kicks you're sporting there!
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