Well not so hot but humid as fock.

Have you cooked an egg of your nuts yet? Stop crying until then.

I was sweating like a whore in church earlier out in the shop. Now I'm sitting in the air conditioned office eating Popeyes chicken doused in hot sauce, a large tub of red beans and rice (also doused in hot sauce), and washing it down with a strawberry pop. Mmmm mmmm.

I'm in a suit and tie. It's pretty damn close.

I would douse that strawberry pop in hot sauce.

Quit actin' afool.

Sorry, I just don't think I have ever typed "douse" before, and it was kind of fun.

I would douse that hot sauce in hot sauce though.

Mao wants to douse you in cambo sauce.

Don't even complain. I'm in 91 deg at 100% humidity over here in GA.

Grape soda beats strawberry soda.

I got you beat.

nah man, you're just being cheap

Popeyes and grape soda were mentioned and no black dude was in sight, shameful . I can't eat Popeyes, that crap is way too crazy and blows my stomach up.

Grape would be my first choice too but all they had was strawberry.

A customer just brought in some watermelon. I have now eaten the racist sterotype triphecta.

There was a black dude running the drive thru window. He looked like LeBron James and his name on the nametag was "H.E.L.". He was mean to me until I asked him for a bunch of hot sauce, then he got very friendly because he knew that I had a little bit of chocolate deep down inside me.

Popeyes has already got my innards rumbling. I'm typing this from the toilet bowl.

you're not a really real black man though

who ever saw/heard of a black person who didn't eat fried chicken with lots and lots of hot sauce?

You need to turn in your black card.

I left the office to get gas and I was sweaty in under 3 minutes. Fucking hot as hell outside.

There can be only one

I just had to push start a 250 pound motherfucker who claimed to know how to bump start, yet when I pushed my ass off he just hit the starter button instead of popping the clutch. I almost knocked that dumbass over. Then after I explained how it all worked to him, the next time he hit the starter button and popped the clutch at the same time. At least it started, because he would have been walking home. Now I have to push in a VTX1800 with no start and low tires. Sweet!