I can’t waaaaaaaaaaaaaait to get out of this heat. 3 days from now, I’ll be back in normal temperatures. I don’t care about the humidity, anything is better than this shit. The forecast for the next week has these numbers thrown in…116, 116, 112. Do I care ? Nope, cause I’ll be sitting next to a pool with a mojito in my hand by Friday, just like these niggas.
Hopefully, I can find someone to fan me with one of those big ass feathers that the ancient Romans used…and someone to feed me frozen grapes, seedless of course. That’s what I call living.