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This? My train of thought on my drive into work this morning as I slowly go mad from the heat.
I was just...hot and drained going into work this morning, and so to tell myself it wasn't so bad, I thought about the fact that people in the Old West didn't have A/C in their cars. Or...A/C in general. How in the HELL did these people survive the heat? If I were in the Old West, I would quickly excuse myself to go crawl into a hole and die. Clearly, I am not of Old West stock, although I'm not sure *who* was this Old West stock...
Probably cowboys too drunk to be aware of the heat.
Women? Women are much too smart to stick around the Old West. Well...old movies are telling me that there were women. Like, prostitutes. These must have been the dim women of the species. So somewhere there's a group of people who have descended from drunken cowboys and dim women.
Which brought me back to myself. Since I'm in the Old West and apparently in a hole, I must also be one of these dim women, which means I should probably get out of the hole and find a drunken cowboy. Who I would most *definitely* make take a bath first because, EW. And since I have no desire to raise a brood of frankly quite odd children, I might try my hand at running a brothel.
Madame Michelle's Happy Fun Time Saloon.
Where baths would be mandatory. "Want to have sex? Interested in a dim woman? That'll be two bits and jump in the water please, because EW. Right now I wouldn't let you loose on a sheep."
And so the heat, which has MELTED MY BRAIN, has quite possibly turned me into an Old West pimp.
Was there a point to all this? No.
A moral? HEAT IS BAD. SEND ICE CUBES.
I was just...hot and drained going into work this morning, and so to tell myself it wasn't so bad, I thought about the fact that people in the Old West didn't have A/C in their cars. Or...A/C in general. How in the HELL did these people survive the heat? If I were in the Old West, I would quickly excuse myself to go crawl into a hole and die. Clearly, I am not of Old West stock, although I'm not sure *who* was this Old West stock...
Probably cowboys too drunk to be aware of the heat.
Women? Women are much too smart to stick around the Old West. Well...old movies are telling me that there were women. Like, prostitutes. These must have been the dim women of the species. So somewhere there's a group of people who have descended from drunken cowboys and dim women.
Which brought me back to myself. Since I'm in the Old West and apparently in a hole, I must also be one of these dim women, which means I should probably get out of the hole and find a drunken cowboy. Who I would most *definitely* make take a bath first because, EW. And since I have no desire to raise a brood of frankly quite odd children, I might try my hand at running a brothel.
Madame Michelle's Happy Fun Time Saloon.
Where baths would be mandatory. "Want to have sex? Interested in a dim woman? That'll be two bits and jump in the water please, because EW. Right now I wouldn't let you loose on a sheep."
And so the heat, which has MELTED MY BRAIN, has quite possibly turned me into an Old West pimp.
Was there a point to all this? No.
A moral? HEAT IS BAD. SEND ICE CUBES.