How long must it go on, dear reader?  How long must this infernal heat insist on sticking around?  “Swamp ass.”  “Swass.” “Balls soup.”    These are not concepts anyone in this hemisphere should be having to attempt to artfully deal with in the beloved month of October.  But here we fucking are, dear reader…triple digits in the fall.  This is horseshit.

N.P.: “Jailbreak” – Thin Lizzy