It supposed to be hot here in Western Washington. It's supposed to hit a sweat gushing 103 degrees. I'm not complaining.
I don't have to wear a long sleeved Battle Dress Uniform, full body armor and carrying a rucksack and a rifle while dodging potshots from enemy terrorists and running down a street that smells worse than the inside of Michael Moore's undershorts.
103 degrees is a bit warm, but I can deal with it. You won't hear me complaining.
VW








Awesome post.
Posted by: Trench Reynolds | Wednesday, July 29, 2009 at 13:24