Happy Campers Vegas Son
I don't like to drive when the temp hits 105. This heat it makes me crazy. I think I might just maybe start to burst into flames, dearranged, go insane. This f..cking sun. I've come undone. I've got a gun. I've lost control. I've got no hope. Now you're down to your last breathe. Did you finally realize that these evil eyes would be the last that you saw before you melt and die!
