Scene: Entryway of our house this evening.
Characters: Jess -- sweating buckets and looking miserable. Jerry -- in the kitchen finishing up dinner.
Jess: My 4 miler just sucked ass. It was fucking terrible.
Jerry: Why? What was wrong with it?
Jess: It was hot and humid, and I was sweaty and tired and I had to walk some.
Jerry: There's no shame in walking.
Jess: I know, I know, but I'm just sick of running in this hot, sticky weather. I want a cool day so bad.
Jess: In fact, I'd vote Republican just to get a 60 degree day.
Jerry: *Chuckle* How would you voting Republican have anything to do with the weather?
Jess: Well, I assume that if I voted Republican that would mean I'd made a deal with the devil.
Jerry: You think the devil controls the weather?
Jess: Well, it sure feels like HELL out there!