We don't write papers, we build scrapbooks
We don't write papers, we build scrapbooks
I don’t want to say it’s too hot in my room, but two Hobbits just came around and threw a ring in it.
The heat index is somewhere between OMG and WTF.
No, that’s not true. Today the heat index is somewhere between boob sweat and Satan’s Anus.
The heat this summer has been brutal. Not only can you fry an egg on the sidewalk, but you can also use your mailbox as a toaster oven.
Summer heat is proof that Mother Nature is menopausal.
A heat wave? In the summer? But that NEVER happens! Except every year, at the exact same time, ever since … forever.
It’s so hot this summer, everyone’s common sense...
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