i smell burning rubber
Can't believe you all wished for this stuff. It's bloody scorching. I only went out for a few minutes and look at me. Look at that. How can this sort of thing be a good sort of thing? I can assure you that that gargantuan ball of heat and flame and combustion which I believe is the only bad kind of bust. I can see no benefit to this sort weather.
What? Don't look at me like that. You knew this was coming. It's not the first time that burny hot thing has dared to flex it's hotness is m direction. I'm not going to sit back and let it get away with that level of toastiness. I'm going to do what needs to be done. I'm going to cower in a shadowy corner enveloped in the cool darkness while allowing it to get away with the aforementioned toastiness.
I mean look at what it's doing to me. Normally I have to think up elaborately fantastical excuses not to go outside but the possibility of turning into a pile of ash is thought to be a rather good reason. Oh for a shadow to leap into. A shadow and a hole. But a nice hole. A Hobbit Hole. Into which I shall disappear and sleep till autumn.
Autumn/Winter, don't want to chance it.
i smell burning rubber
Can't believe you all wished for this stuff. It's bloody scorching. I only went out for a few minutes and look at me. Look at that. How can this sort of thing be a good sort of thing? I can assure you that that gargantuan ball of heat and flame and combustion which I believe is the only bad kind of bust. I can see no benefit to this sort weather.
What? Don't look at me like that. You knew this was coming. It's not the first time that burny hot thing has dared to flex it's hotness is m direction. I'm not going to sit back and let it get away with that level of toastiness. I'm going to do what needs to be done. I'm going to cower in a shadowy corner enveloped in the cool darkness while allowing it to get away with the aforementioned toastiness.
I mean look at what it's doing to me. Normally I have to think up elaborately fantastical excuses not to go outside but the possibility of turning into a pile of ash is thought to be a rather good reason. Oh for a shadow to leap into. A shadow and a hole. But a nice hole. A Hobbit Hole. Into which I shall disappear and sleep till autumn.
Autumn/Winter, don't want to chance it.