But right now is the hottest it's been in my room since we moved into this house.
It's honestly a good ten degrees hotter in here than the rest of the house...fucking weak.
Let's start a list of things less painful than trying to sleep in a hot ass room:
- Shoving a glass thermometer in my pee-hole and smashing it with a small, thermometer-sized hammer.
- Losing a tongue.
- Get hit by a car.
- Be internally decomposed by maggots.
- Be burned alive.
- Be buried alive.
- Be a victim of the Black Dahlia Murders. Yes, that means my wounds would be violently and involuntarily fornicated.
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