It’s hot! How hot, you ask? Well, let me take this opportunity to tell you …
Q: What did the pig say at the beach on a hot summer’s day? A: I’m bacon!
I picked up the local paper to check out the forecast. It read: Today: Sunny, 88. Tonight: Not so sunny, 72.
Also reported in the Daily Globe was the hot weather story about a local man who ran into trouble after filling up his pickup truck at the local Krist station. Apparently he wasn’t very careful, and he got gas on the left sleeve of his shirt. He ignored it, and as he drove down the highway, the heat of the sun on his truck’s paint was enough to ignite his sleeve. He started driving faster, waving his arm out the window in an attempt to extinguish the flames, but that only caused it to burn hotter! As he sped down highway 2, a state trooper saw the situation and pulled him over. He jerked the man out of the truck, rolled him on the ground until the fire was extinguished. After the man dusted himself and thanked his rescuer, he sees the officer writing him a summons! Confused, he asked, “You’re writing me a ticket!? What for?” The officer replies, “Possession of an illegal fire arm.”
I asked my Yooper co-worker “Did you have a good summer last year? He replied “Youbetcha! We had a great picnic that afternoon, eh!”
It’s so hot, that as my co-worker’s husband got out of the shower he said to her “Honey, it’s too doggon hot to wear clothes today. What do you think the neighbors will say if I mow the lawn naked?” She replied “That I married you for your money.”