114 degrees in the shade. I don't know what the hell those old desert wanderers did to keep cool, but I have a good idea their brains were boiled in their own skulls. The Revelation of St John was probably written while the last drop of sanity evaporated from off his forehead---fiery chariots, death on a horse, and a mystic vision of a hot tub filled with bikini wearing camels.
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