This is why it's called shower thoughts it was like 100° inside my van today and I'm just staring at the ceiling and now I'm watching this old fat bitch drive around in her RV and I know she's about to dump out the fucking wild dog and then fire up a generator and then go back inside and leave all of us people camped out here to suffer with her misery. If I only had a mortar round I'd fix all of our problems.