I’m Australian. Like, as in, I was born here. Blood-nationality (if there even really is such a random notion) I’m like a slow-cooked stew. But that is not at all what I wanna talk about today. actually I don’t really wanna talk about anything. (But here we are …)
Why don’t I want to do anything?
Cause it is fucking hot here!
Australia is like sitting under Vulcan’s ballsack. (The Roman god of fire not the Trekkie kind)
Australia is like Mordor in the Summer time.
Australia is like Melisandre’s snatch.
Australia is like a giant bowl of boiling chili. It is hot. Like “hot” hot. Like “fuck off” hot. Like “we have pulled all of our mattresses out into the only A/Ced room” hot. (See the heat is making me WAY more vulgar than I normally am.)
It was 47C here the other day. That is 117F…
If all you lovely Americans, having your snow storms up there, could please send some our way? I would super appreciate that.
Please and thank you.
That’s all I came here to say toady.
No life lessons.
No shiny pearls of fucking wisdom.
Just me bitching because I have to walk around in clothing and I can’t just get around topless like blokes can. And complaining that I am currently using antiperspirant in my bra as well as my armpits because boob sweat is a real problem and it’s super gross.
Now, I’m gonna leave you with that image and go pass out in the lounge room and day dream about winter.
PS Please feel free to tag me or send me picks of your snow. I just wanna look at and imagine I’m rolling around in it. Thanks
Oh and I will leave the google link for Hot Australia here because they were fucking hilarious and I couldn’t put them all here…