A strange thing happened this evening. I was playing a bit of Far Cry : Primal earlier and while I was throwing spears into cavemens faces I failed to notice my bedroom being transported to the surface of the fucking sun.
Good god. It's boiling. There's no air. This will just not do.
Irish people aren't designed for this heat. No, you don't really like this weather. Stop lying to yourself.
Stringer Bell once said "Ain't nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day."
You're wrong Stringer. A 40-degree day is lovely.
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