There were six of us sharing a large apartment. We were young. We had parties every weekend. We had joy, we had fun.We had seasons in the sun. But the hills that we climbed; were just seasons out of time. Whatever that means.
Anyway, one weekend we played HOT or COLD. I don't know if you're familiar with the game. One person hides something, and the others try to find it. If they get near the item you say warm, luke warm, hot and so on until they find it. If they're away from the item you say cold, colder and so on.
We'd been drinking. We were happy and perhaps light-headed. It was my turn to hide an item. One of the girls thought it would be a great laugh to hide her underpants!
Whilst they all had their eyes closed, I sneaked into the kitchen and put the pants in the oven.
They were useless at finding them. They were miles away. Might as well be in the next country or continent. I kept saying, "Cold ... Colder ... Even more colder ... Coldest ... Freezing ... Polar Regions Freezing Temperature!" But they could not find the girl's undergarment.
Then there was a funny smell from the kitchen. And black smoke. The smoke alarm went on shrieking.
How was I to know that someone had put something in the oven to bake?
I know you're blaming me right now!
I doubt the owner of the pants ever forgave me. They were sheer delicate see-through. She had bought them for her boy friend ... Not for her boy friend to wear ... For her to wear and ...
Oh go on ... blame me as usual.
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It has been very hot in the UK lately as I am sure it is elsewhere. Some
days it was over 40 Degrees C in the shade. I was clever though and did
not stay in the shade.
The weather forecast woman on TV said it's been the hottest day "since records began".
This set me thinking ... when did records begin?
Apparently a long long time ago a man wrote down on a piece of paper, "Phew ... it's hot today. Records have begun."
The next day, he wrote on another piece of paper "Wowie and double phew
... it's been even hotter today. It's been the hottest day since records
began yesterday."
This went on for some time with the man writing every day how hot, cool or cold it was.
Then, years later, another man called Thermo, invented the thermometer and proper records really began.
Anyway, as I was saying, it was so hot today that the birds were using a jackhammer to dig worms from the ground.
The chickens in our back yard were laying fried eggs this morning.
I decided to go to the beach to cool off. The fish in the sea were already parboiled.
On the way there I
noticed a couple of parched trees fighting over a dog.
Have you noticed that when wearing a bikini, women reveal 94% of their body? I was too polite and only looked at the covered parts.
Which raises another point: Is it OK for Christian women to wear bikinis? Or any swimsuits? How about men in tiny shorts and swimming trunks? What is the acceptable attire on the beach for a Christian? (I wear a three-piece pin-striped suit and a bowler hat).
How about nudist beaches? Can a Christian be a naturist? (I shower at home fully clothed).
How are you coping in the hot weather where you are?
I know you folks always blame me for everything when it goes all wrong. It's not always my fault you know.
There were six of us sharing a large apartment. We were young. We had parties every weekend. We had joy, we had fun.We had seasons in the sun. But the hills that we climbed; were just seasons out of time. Whatever that means.
Anyway, one weekend we played HOT or COLD. I don't know if you're familiar with the game. One person hides something, and the others try to find it. If they get near the item you say warm, luke warm, hot and so on until they find it. If they're away from the item you say cold, colder and so on.
We'd been drinking. We were happy and perhaps light-headed. It was my turn to hide an item. One of the girls thought it would be a great laugh to hide her underpants - brand new ones still in their packet!
Whilst they all had their eyes closed, I sneaked into the kitchen and put the pants in the oven.
They were useless at finding them. They were miles away. Might as well be in the next country or continent. I kept saying, "Cold ... Colder ... Even more colder ... Coldest ... Freezing ... Polar Regions Freezing Temperature!" But they could not find the girl's undergarment.
Then there was a funny smell from the kitchen. And black smoke. The smoke alarm went on shrieking.
How was I to know that someone had put something in the oven to bake?
I know you're blaming me right now!
I doubt the owner of the pants ever forgave me. They were sheer delicate see-through. She had bought them for her boy friend ... Not for her boy friend to wear ... For her to wear and ...
Oh go on ... blame me as usual.