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walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
Living where I do, I can't much bitch about weather, aside from the long stretches of gray drizzle. But goddam 106 in this town is hot. Esp. without air conditioning, which a large chunk of us don't have.
And no, no matter what the motherfucking Lovin' Spoonful (hi NotBob!) told you, it's not a different world at night. 96 outside, 86 in (assuming you don't venture into the furnace that is my bedroom, upstairs). C'mon C'mon and dance all night, my ass.
On a positive note, gin & tonics taste especially good. And, with the family away at the beach, I can post nekkid (I mean I could; you know, if I wanted to).
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Drinking gin from a jam jar.
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