I love when you talk to people that come to visit for a week in March (when it's 80 outside) and then they offer the good ol' "Oh, but it's a dry heat.".
I don't give a crap what kind of heat it is, 120 is ungodly! Secondly, come back in July and say that asshole! Yeah, not even mosquitoes are dumb enough to live here (do they even have brains? clearly they are higher functioning than humans or at least have better survival instincts). My oven emits dry heat as well, yet I never feel compelled to stick my noggin in it.
What does that even mean-dry heat!? My lungs have second degree burns all summer long?! Let's not forget the pool will be that comfortable fresh-urine temperature, mmmm so refreshing!
God hates AZ! I am certain. And which moron had a bright idea to inhabit the damn desert? And why am I so demented as to stay here? I think my brain evaporated throughout all the years I lived here, making me no longer capable of rational decisions. Waaaaaaaa!
Yet, we still have homeless! You know if you're homeless in AZ, there's something seriously wrong with you. There's no medication that will help your ill. California is a hitchhike away people!!!! 80's, beach, more sunshine (why am I still here?).
(On the bright side, my a/c went out in May, so I am covered through this summer :).)
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