The little sun image is smiling and happy, but he's not smiling because of happiness. He's cooking all 19 million people of the Los Angeles area, and the evil bastard gets a charge out of it.
But it's a dry 90 degrees! My favorite temp is where I set my thermostat, and it sure ain't 90. I would go to the beach and cool off, but if I jumped in the water a shark would bite off my foot. How would I move from couch to fridge and back? I may have to summer in Anchorage.
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It's that gore-bal warming I tell ya,,,that gore-bal warming. It'll kill ya! Run...run away!
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