The girl who sits next to me at work is bitching that she's going to New York tomorrow and it's supposed to be 93 degrees. I told her I'd gladly take her place.
It's weird, because right now it's cool out. But yeah, thay're calling for 95 in Central Park tomorrow. I'm playing golf early, before it gets stifling out.
"I got news for you. If it wasn't for the toilet, there would be no books." --- George Costanza.
