In all seriousness, you should get on your knees and ask forgiveness from the radio gods for reading that pathetic excuse for poetry on the air. I’m not kidding. Sacrifice a farm animal if you have to. My ears are still burning just from hearing it, and if you ever subject your listening audience to such torture again, I may never forgive you.

Ha! I grew up in a house with no air conditioning at all.

Tough? You bet!

Badge:

Thanks again for all your help.

I’m not kidding. I can remember Christmas Days when it was 105 degrees. When I was a kid, I used to regularly fry eggs on the sidewalk! I can remember days when it was so hot, if you walked across the street, the soles of your sneakers would melt and stick to the pavement. Now that’s hot.

Even worse, when I was in elementary school, we didn’t even have air conditioning. The teachers would just open the windows and put big fans in the front of the class. But it didn’t bother us kids too much, because we were tough.