The Oven!!!

I hear this on the news. I hear this on the Weather Channel. I felt like the hot flashes. I'm only 33 years old. Maybe mother nature is angry with us. It's like walking into the flame of fire, and not get burned. 

Water main breaks in the city of Detroit. Now there is something the lazy idiots from the water department wanting to avoid. There is a dry air. Please, you wicked muggy, go away. You boring us out humidity. I can only pray that the fire fighters could cool down the sun. But even that won't be fun.

The heat is winning it's race. That is why something is out of place. I'll be glad that Mr. rain comes in, and tell the heat, "you are so out of here!"

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