Unless you’ve wrestled a man to death in the jungles of Cambodia, don’t complain about the heat
Cry bitch moan. That’s all anyone can do nowadays. YES, it’s hot… but have you ever been to the Brazillian rainforest? I remember I was sent one year to “take care of” some people protesting the decimation of the rainforest. When I went to “talk” to them they were “upset” at how “violent” and “relentless” my “attacks” were on the “unarmed” “masses” of “people.” As I was “cutting a swath of death and blood through the protestors” I remembered how hot and sweaty I was. Now THAT was hot, my friends.
In America, it can be hot but we have the luxury of going to a movie theatre, cooling station, or ice cream establishment. Please, be humane, and remember that some people aren’t as fortunate in other lands and don’t have the option of dying the hilarious death that most old people experience in France during the Summer.
You know what I was thinking? You know how Stomp is based on people singing and dancing in some gay industrial establishment? How about you have the same type of musical moment but in a sweat shop? You could call it Sweat Stomp! Man, sometimes I think I’m in the wrong profession…
As an update, I’ve hired a small staff to help me out in organizing MH. There’s a coin toss to hire a woman named Gladys Meinkewitz or a guy named Flip Turgesen. Is Flip short for Philip? Anywhoo, I can’t decide which person I want to go with. Flip seems like he’d be into silent films and Gladys is into Harry Potter, but I’ve always been bad with first impressions.
The answer when I come back.
-Eddie
