There's two types of people: those that get hyped about warm weather, and the rest of us that sweat like f*cking pigs. For the former, if you thought because it's 90 degrees out and sunny that I'd prefer to lye face up on Central Park grass, think again. All Spring and Summer mean for me is 1234907 showers a day, back sweat, pimples and possible skin cancer. And grass makes me itch. Not to mention, I'm a jeans guy, so in other words, I'm sh*t out of luck until Fall. The real catch 22 of this oven like temp however is that if I want to avoid, say, sweating right through my new graphic Tee V neck, I have to wear an undershirt, which only aggravates this sh*tstorm. So, if any of you have any suggestions other than suicide as to how those like myself might survive the coming months email us at fratombomb@gmail.com and share your wisdom.
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