Baby it’s hot outside. They’re finding dead fish on the streets of Manhattan—Boro Motto: “It Makes It’s Own Gravy!”— and I’m wearing my shirt with parrots on it. That means it’s hot.
http://www.gawker.com/news/culture/neighborhoods-landmarks/index.php#olfactory-malfeasance-on-the-upper-east-side-107383
Well, here’s a greatso-so way to cool down. It’s an icepack for your fan, if you like that kind of thing. However, my personal favorite method is used by this guy who goes into our alley and takes of his shirt and sits in a chair for hours at a time listening to the radio. He’s not so much as cooling himself as keeping us cool by forcing us to stay inside.
Ultra Frosty Pack, Low Budget AC [OhGizmo]
