baking skin in the 29C sun wearing just stubbies (i'd post pics, but that would break the internet and the fabric of reality, and prove once and for all, there is no god.)
Excuse me, but I think the fact that you were fucking baking in 29C and I have been freezing my cunt off in minus 3/4 with snowy hail disproves any probability of a fucking God.
It isn't even January yet.
It's still gonna get worse.
-20C. Hailstones. Snowstorms. 100mph winds. The usual.
Yay.
the other day was nowhere near as hot as this, but just chatting to the neighbour on the balcony a short while made my shoulders rose fairly uncomfortably.
Oh you poor thing! I bet you ran out of homeless guy's socks to fan yourself with and supermodels to stop feeding you grapes too, god forbid!
Come over here, I've got some grapes you can have, the sourest grapes you've ever tasted.
Somehow I think you knew that already though.