It's a scorcher here in Brooklyn. You know it's hot when people other than my Dad are complaining about the heat and right now, EVERYONE in this city is talking about the fact that when you go outside it feels like the exhaust from a dryer filled with wet socks somebody fished out of a swamp. I guess down south they just call this "a normal summer day" but up here we don't much like it. You can take this weather back to Georgia, thank you.
Now, who's ready for a dip in the pool?
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