That reminds me of being at the beacha few summers ago with my father's ridiculous girlfriend. The temps were approaching 100 °F, and she kept the thermostat on 85 °F.
I ended up closing the vent in their room so the rest of us could sleep. There's only so many clothes I could take off without them complaining.
(I ended up closing the vent in their room so the rest of us could sleep. There's only so many clothes I could take off without them complaining.
Syncubus Yarr! Ye'll be walking Planck's Constant! [GMT-5],
Mon 20 Dec 2004, 2:38,
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