Hotter than a firecracker barbeque hosted in the devil's anus.
Been running my wrists under the cold tap on full flow (no, not in satan's arsehole
) and applying wads of ice-water-soaked bog roll (unused, you fuckers!:D) to my head and neck.
Iesu mariae christi lamentor! it is too blasted hot for me and has been for a while. The only thing this hot (or in this case, much hotter by far) that I like, are either my homemade steak chilli, or that most wonderful, captivating and eye-searingly beautiful lady, my stalker Heretic
But the weather, damn. If I didn't know better than to take fairytales for reality, and believed in the bible, I'd strongly suspect that our recent weather was the prelude to a modern-day reenactment of Sodom and Gomorrah (although the only place I can smell a hint of sulfur, is in the room next door to my bedroom, where I keep the lab
Fed up of this, really fucking fed up of cooking alive slowly. Been literally dripping
So much so I ended up taking a couple of drops of tincture of belladonna, which acts to paralyse the nerves innervating sweat glands, and generally dry out secretory processes. Thats been an improvement; feel a lot better now I'm not having to change shirts every half hour or so, thanks to sweating like a nigger at a rape trial.
