Gaijin fried to perfection!

Well, what else should I write, except that now not only the testicles are fried, but also the unworthy gaijin.

Come to the north, where you can sniff cool air! That's what my weather app teased.

The ignorant traveler does that and truly gets fried in their own fat!

If the BOSAMO had possessed the knowledge in the morning that he has in the evening, he would have slapped olive oil, salt, and rosemary on his body and aspired to self-cannibalization due to the wonderful umami grill smells!

Ah, that brings back memories of a long past celebration, where a Mangalitza piglet fried itself with a skewer up its ass...

Well, the unnecessary one wouldn't have had to buy the salt, it could have been extracted from his undershirt and underwear.

Salt with a certain flavor, so to speak!

Occasionally, the traveler's farts were so dry that you could believe the entire Sahara dust from last summer was stored in his crack, that's how dried out the dehydrated, shrunken gaijin was.

Bottle after bottle was thrown down the throat, but the spit remained stickier than the final conviction of our KHG!

The day was, in any case, a constant escape from the heat and it simply exhausted me.

By 11 o'clock, the alarm clock showed 31 degrees and increased to 38 during the day!

No, this is not for the unnecessarily present one, and so it happened that he simply couldn't stand still today to take pictures.

The only reason to stop was to water his Berta or refresh himself.

P.s.: You are requested not to point out my mistakes!