It's ninety six degrees out and according to the heat index it feels like ninety eight. I slowly walked across the street to purchase an ice coffee and then proceeded to walk slowly around the market utilizing any shade I could find. About half way around I could feel my head start to sweat.
I was afraid to check what my crotch was doing.
draftttttttttttWet Naps at The Regal Beagle…
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*Okay*
*maybe *
*I’m stupid *
*or **maybe **I’m just stupid*
*But I bet you a million dollars *
*that I'm *
*totally *
*stupid*
*or at the leas...
2 weeks ago
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