Fish are Jumpin' and the Cotton is High

It is hot as balls. Big, swinging, hairy, sweaty, fromunda cheese, Dom DeLuise balls.

Here is a summertime in south Georgia haiku to express my feelings:

Damn, I am sweating
Like a whore on nickel night
During a fire sale.


Here is a playlist of hot ass summer songs:


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Stay cool, y'all.

8 comments:

Samsmama said...

Why the hell do your blog posts not show up on my dashboard page? Thank gawd I stalk your ass!

The expression "fromunda cheese" is sorely under used. I'm a big fan of it.

Thanks for the tunes, awesome picks!

And, ya, hotter than hell today! That sweat that accumulates under your tits is about the most annoying thing ever. By "your", of course, I mean mine. You might enjoy it. Still love ya!

Cary said...

Dom DeLuise balls. Nice. I guess they aren't so sweaty these days, though.

Balls do get incredibly hot, though. Sometimes in the shower I'll turn the water really cold and hold my boys up under the frigid spray. So refreshing. TMI?

I never thought much about sweat collecting under boobs but it makes sense. Can you put powder under them? That's what I'd do.

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

You had me at "hot as balls".

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

Oh, and Samsmama is right: this thing isn't updating. What the hell, blogger? Why are you doing this to me? Er, us...er...whatever. It's hot.

Bev said...

Ditto to the others - I have to keep stalking you to see if you've updated. I hate being late to the Kari party. Boo.

Yeah, it's hot here too, but something tells me you've got it worse in GA.

Boob sweat is the worst!

Kari said...

Apparently I wasn't RSS-ified, whatever that may be. Big Daddy Cary came to my rescue, so now my particular brand of fabulousness will be spread in the proper fashion.

Update: I'm still fucking hot.

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

We know you're hot. Jeez. We can see the pic--oh, oh, you're talking about the weather.

Carry on.

Kari said...

Flattery will get you everywhere, Sir mjenks. Keep it coming, sugar.