Thirtysomething

An Open Letter

Dear Humidity,

Last time I wrote to you, it was to tell you that you suck. Guess what? You still suck. I would like for you to go away. My hair is frizzling out so much that it's scaring small children. I scares me too.

The heat index, which we all know you contribute to Mr. Humidity, is 104 fucking degrees. Un-fucking-acceptable. I do not live in Texas. If I wanted to die from humidity, I would have moved to Texas. But I don't, so I didn't.

You still suck,
Boom

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 6:11 AM