Exaggeration about the weather is dangerous. It started World War I. Don't believe that assassination bullshit.

If that lady dies of heat stroke, you're gonna feel like a real asshole. If she doesn't, we'll all just have to deal with the residual danger of her extreme exaggeration.

Yesterday the heat hit me like a sack of other sacks.

You think it was hot. You have no idea how hot it is until you garden on the balcony, and the plants scream out "kill me now". I had to talk them down, and gave them a crushed avocado puree with cucumbers and ice.

My husband did not get dressed for two days, except for his thong. Then he went to get the mail and dump the trash, and thank the precious baby Jesus was not arrested for the peep show. Not pretty, not pretty.

That heat hit me like a bag of dicks rolled in hot tar and broken glass!

The heat hit me like a manopause hot flash rolled up in a wet bro (size 32 B) dipped in a tub of Andro gel.