"Boy it's hot. I mean it's like Africa hot. I don't think I can stay here if it's gonna be this hot." -Biloxi Blues
Except, see, I imagine Africa would be a dry heat. This, this is like nothing I could have imagined. Stepping outside is like dipping your whole body into a bowl of warm hominy grits. I feel like I need a spoon to breathe.
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