Heat. It's not just an interminably long Michael Mann movie. Hey-oh!
Madras*. What the fuck is Madras? Why does it exist? It is plaid's schizophrenic cousin who's only allowed outside between Memorial and Labor Days. It is the suit Buffalo Bill from The Silence of the Lambs would make if he went vegan. It is a blight on humanity and it must be stopped.
When you're finished having your stroke, tell me how this was allowed to happen.
*Me: "I'm uninspired today so I'm just writing about how I don't like watermelon, or Madras."
Jeff : "The city?"
Beach volleyball. To sully the beach with any sport other than frozen Charleston Chew-eating or competitive sunburning (is that just my family?) is flat-out un-American. Also, as you may have guessed, I am not good at volleyball under normal circumstances, and when that genetic betrayal is coupled with the possibility of crotch sand things can get bleak very fast.
To be continued...