Hot, hot, hot. But not
cocks, just hot.
And obviously wet.
Practically a kick in the chestnuts would only distract me and make me feel better (it's a joke, do not do it at home. In fact, do it, hahaha!).
What can I say, I have a huge desire to go to the beach and now I have even asked to go there, I did not even drive (of course, the machine has left me walking last night ...) but nothing, of course this week I have not left a penny and I have to jump even this Sunday.
In hotter it can not breathe.
This I is quite depressing, and depression mixed with my sweat has created a strange green substance that at first I was a lot of crap but now I have learned that it is good for us to grow maggots fishing. Except that they too are green, you see that absorb, but I seem happy in there.
Bah, poor beasts.
Well now I salute you because there's just too hot even to write.
I think I'm going to give me a kick in the chestnuts do not think so anymore.
