This is an actual conversation that took place inside of my head. It’s a scary place. Dark and full of cobwebs. I’d advise you not to look in there. Once you see it, it can’t ever be unseen.
It’s 21:00 hours, and it’s hot. About 81 outside, and about 83 inside. As a native Oregonian of the Willamette Valley, I do not take kindly to hot weather. Just now I opened the windows and thought:
“Men are really lucky they don’t have boobs. Boobs are sweaty when it’s this hot out. Ick.”
…. a few seconds went by….
“Well, but men do have scrotums. That’s probably worse. I definitely wouldn’t want to have a scrotum when it’s this hot.
I wonder if scrotums get hotter than boobs.
I’ll have to check on that later.”
Yeah.
Still waters.