That’s just his luck, he can never get ahold of his drug dealer when he really needs too.
This is a pretty accurate representation of my daily life, besides the fact I have a restraining order against The Mummy.
Personally I find that a 115 degrees seems to be that magical point at which my face actually begins to melt. So all in all, this should be a very reliable representation what will be me soon enough, I guarantee it. Oh Arizona, what an awfully evil evil place you are.