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It's currently a nice mild 108f/42c.
Sean: "It's finally starting to feel like Arizona."
Icka!: "So one of my co-workers from New York swears that there'll be nothing left of Arizona in a month, the sun will bake it all."
MOrgan: "It's been like this for hundreds of years, it'll be like this for hundreds of years more."
Icka!: "That's what I said!
Sean: "Oh, come on! It hasn't even reached over 110 yet!"
Icka!: "What about Pheonix?"
Sean: "Oh, it's that there. And in Flagstaff where it's on fire. Which is what they get for being surrounded by wood."
Icka!: "Mmmmmm.... Wood."
*Sean kicks Icka!*
Icka!: "Wha-? Oh, Crap! That's not what I meant! That's not what I meant!"
Sean: "Bit slow today, aren't ya?"
Icka!: "So one of my co-workers from New York swears that there'll be nothing left of Arizona in a month, the sun will bake it all."
MOrgan: "It's been like this for hundreds of years, it'll be like this for hundreds of years more."
Icka!: "That's what I said!
Sean: "Oh, come on! It hasn't even reached over 110 yet!"
Icka!: "What about Pheonix?"
Sean: "Oh, it's that there. And in Flagstaff where it's on fire. Which is what they get for being surrounded by wood."
Icka!: "Mmmmmm.... Wood."
*Sean kicks Icka!*
Icka!: "Wha-? Oh, Crap! That's not what I meant! That's not what I meant!"
Sean: "Bit slow today, aren't ya?"