Casual Conversation About Weather and Culture

Damn, I'm kind of cold. It's only 85 degrees.

Hoo, I'm burning up. It's actually super hot here.

You wouldn't know hay to fit slouchy in the face.

Not true. Have you ever been to Los Angeles in the summer?

Yeah, you put flour in you undies in Georgia, you'll have dough by the end of the day.

Wait, is that how you make biscuits?

Yeah, just shut the f*** up.

You got it.

Call me when you can handle 110 degrees.

Yeah, but it's a dry hay.

And what do you southern states get to? Maybe 95?

Yeah, but it's the humidity that'll get you.

I'm so tired of hearing that.

You ever felt like you was having to walk through soup?

Uh, no, uh, because it's like that every day down here, b***h.

Oh my God.

All right, anybody else want to throw your hat in the ring?

Shit hotter than Ben Yeats and some grease, go Tigers.

Does anybody know what the f*** he just said?

Nah, I got nothing.

Tyron, Matthew, Lane, Kiffin, Leonard, Fortinet, Ben Yeats, grease, ha, ha.

Yeah, still no, I don't.

Yeah, but he seems like a good old boy. I like this guy.