They say comedy comes out of pain, which may explain why this one is so damn funny. Absolutely hysterical, and as they also say, "it's funny because it's true." Then again, Trump is a morbidly obese sociopath with a complexion that says "I just ate my way out of a vat of whatever those orange marshmallow peanut candies are called," and that's true but not...no, actually now that I've written it, it is a little funny. But I digress. This was a great one. You deserve a nicer apartment. And a very happy birthday. I hope you get both!
Heat is your punishment for living in Southern California, along with occasional earthquakes, smog, incessant traffic jams and the potential for the entire state sliding off into the Pacific....have you ever considered relocating?
Oh Will, I get it. When my family (and I) lived in the flats of L.A., few had central Air. We relied on fans and weird little boxes that sent out air that promised more, but delivered zilch. I remember all of us, all five of us, sitting in our youngest sister's wading pool in the back yard at 8 at night. This was a 13" deep plastic wading pool. My dad lying out across the diameter. My mom, sitting in a beach chair with her lower body slithering into the "deep" of that pool. The rest of us finding the space to lie flat against the bottom. My mom bought a "new" unit, about the size of a 2'x2.5' cardboard box with a vented window, that was supposed to blow cold air out. It just blew air out. So mom put a bowl of ice in front of the fan and the air was cool. We ALL sat in its wake. Yeah. Not effective. Sending you deep heartfelt condolences. My first air conditioned living space came late; 1994. I was 51 years old. i feel no guilt in using it. None. Hoping you get there sooner that I did.
Buy six of those blue ice bricks. Once they're frozen, place three of them in front of a fan. When the bricks in front of the fan are no longer cold, swap them with the other three which are still in the freezer. Repeat as necessary. Or you could just find an air conditioned apartment to live in because the world (especially California) ain't goin to cool off anytime soon!
Cold showers. That’s the only way.
and you know it's REALLY hot when you turn on the cold water and it comes out hot for a while.
wow i have to admit i have never had that pleasure. i come from nyc where you have to wait at least 5 minutes for hot water to arrive.
They say comedy comes out of pain, which may explain why this one is so damn funny. Absolutely hysterical, and as they also say, "it's funny because it's true." Then again, Trump is a morbidly obese sociopath with a complexion that says "I just ate my way out of a vat of whatever those orange marshmallow peanut candies are called," and that's true but not...no, actually now that I've written it, it is a little funny. But I digress. This was a great one. You deserve a nicer apartment. And a very happy birthday. I hope you get both!
Laughing through your pain - sorry but this one is great!
Heat is your punishment for living in Southern California, along with occasional earthquakes, smog, incessant traffic jams and the potential for the entire state sliding off into the Pacific....have you ever considered relocating?
Oh Will, I get it. When my family (and I) lived in the flats of L.A., few had central Air. We relied on fans and weird little boxes that sent out air that promised more, but delivered zilch. I remember all of us, all five of us, sitting in our youngest sister's wading pool in the back yard at 8 at night. This was a 13" deep plastic wading pool. My dad lying out across the diameter. My mom, sitting in a beach chair with her lower body slithering into the "deep" of that pool. The rest of us finding the space to lie flat against the bottom. My mom bought a "new" unit, about the size of a 2'x2.5' cardboard box with a vented window, that was supposed to blow cold air out. It just blew air out. So mom put a bowl of ice in front of the fan and the air was cool. We ALL sat in its wake. Yeah. Not effective. Sending you deep heartfelt condolences. My first air conditioned living space came late; 1994. I was 51 years old. i feel no guilt in using it. None. Hoping you get there sooner that I did.
Buy six of those blue ice bricks. Once they're frozen, place three of them in front of a fan. When the bricks in front of the fan are no longer cold, swap them with the other three which are still in the freezer. Repeat as necessary. Or you could just find an air conditioned apartment to live in because the world (especially California) ain't goin to cool off anytime soon!