To quote Matthew Broderick in Biloxi Blues
It’s damn hot.
This is Africa hot.
Tarzan couldn’t take this kind of hot.
I don’t think I can stay here if it’s going to be this hot.
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It’s only 91 — it just feels hotter. Two birds flying overhead just exploded. The paint has melted off my car, forming a black matte puddle, boiling and bubbling. Squirrels are lying in the middle of the road, panting. The Pacific ocean has evaporated. My mind is going. Going. Gone.