So, you think you know hot?

Today when I arrived in Las Vegas I got out and fueled up in 112 degree heat. Unpleasant, though only slightly less so than being accosted by the dynamic duo of a poorly-disguised tranny and his/her prostitute friend. My friend Oz suggested I go a few miles north to the Petro to spend the night. Apparently they have a much better class of whore there.

Earlier this week I was in Eloy, AZ on my way out to California and it was warm:

To make matters worse, I look out my passenger-side window after I'm parked to see this CFI truck across the lot:

At first I believed the Simon and Garfunkle reunion may have been a portent of the coming apocalypse. This may be even more obvious proof.