Man, this is horrible. It's like 90 degrees out here and there's people everywhere and the humidity combined with the rain is making it over 100.
It's not so bad. By using my mind to cool my body, I have a steady chill going through me and it feels like 68 degrees inside my skin.
But most of the music is terrible and all the frat boys are slam dancing to They Might be Giants.
Again, by using my mind, I make the experience enjoyable. It's all perspective, man. The bad music fades into the background, and the frats are merely expressing themselves with dance.
Man, Doug, you've got a great outlook. Let's grab a beer at the concession stand.
Excellent idea. Now you're getting the ide...Christ in a cropduster! $8.50 for piss warm beer?! You must be shitting me! I'll be kicked in the nuts by a kangeroo before I pay $8.50 for a Fosters.
