At least I was nice about it

Dear Mama Nature,

My garden is panting, and the only time I can find it bearable to water it is at dusk.  I don't suppose you could find it in your heart to turn on the A/C now, huh?  Spontaneous combustion of vegetation or humans might be funny as hell to watch, but it's kind of a bummer.

                                                                                                              Thanks,
                                                                                                              Papermasks




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I'm pretty Mama Nature is just a big ten-year-old holding a magnifying lens in the sun.