It’s hot.  “How hot?” I hear you say. It’s so hot that Satan packed his devilish suitcase full of demonic swimming gear and hopped on up to Earth for a bit of sun. It’s so hot that the Carolina Reaper chilli pepper thinks this weather is a bit much. It is so hot, my friend, that the entire world is a 1995 Robert De Niro movie. But don’t worry your handsome skull, lovely. Come hither and sit yourself on the damp swamp of my knee, so I can tell you a tale of some things you can buy that might…

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