I’m dying here. The air conditioner in the temporary estate went out last Thursday night. I woke up Friday morning, sweating like a beast convinced I was getting sick. Nope, the air temp was just 91 degrees in my house. That’s 32-33 Celsius for my metric MFers. It hasn’t really cooled down either. All I want at this point is for the temp to dip below 80. The best night sleep I’ve gotten since Thursday was when I got drunkish and slept on El Poco Lollo’s couch.

Word on the street is The Mangler is not getting repaired/replaced until Friday. Needless the say I’m damp, irritable, tired and considering laying out a funeral suit. I might not make it through. I kind of feel like the cast of A Time To Kill.

Thanks to Cezar for that joke.

NOW IMAGINE CEZAR IS WHYTE!

The Second Coming:
Since we’re talking about Cezar, grasp this Americana:

Cezar

Sheeeeeeit. The Polish national anthem sucks.

Trips:
You want more Americana?

Does this work for you? Looks kinda North Korean to me.

This is better. Nice work whoever put that up. The location is killer, but the content could use some originality.

4nd:
I got that Killer Mike album. It’s full of raps. I like it.
I also fairly like this:

Cinco
Let’s get back to the temporary estate a.k.a. the set of a Black Snake Moan reboot a.k.a. where energy goes to die a.k.a. Higgs Bored-son
On account of the heat, I’ve had the ceiling fan above the bed (or fuck nest, if you will) on full blast. Shitty thing is that something inside of it has been shaken loose so now there is this horrendous tic…tic…tic…tic…tic sound.

And since the a/c is shitted, there is a fan by the balcony. The fan is called the Hawaiian breeze. Believe me, this is a lie. I have been to Hawaii and at no time did I think, “I love the way this breeze is as loud as a jet engine, yet somehow it is moving absolutely no air.” Pretty sure the box said it was a fan, but my brain is telling me I bought a noise maker. So now there is the constant engine noise, the tic tic tic of the ceiling fan, and if you take a cold shower to relax, the exhaust fan in the bathroom has this metallic rattle going one.
I’m in a bad meth commercial.

The good news is that I’m out of the place, and into the new permanent estate in 18 days.

Tags: A Time to Kill, Amerika, Black Snake Moan, CezarGotJokes, First Aid Kit

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