Having a pool is so neat. All of your friends are suddenly interested to catch up on the hottest days of the year.

I’m too lazy to be a superhero. If I had laser eyes, I’d probably just use them to heat soup or something.

Becoming a man doesn’t happen the first time you fight or make love. It happens the first time you see the gas bill and remind everyone that we aren’t trying to heat the outside.

Meteorologist: It’s going to get even hotter. Me, on fire: WHAT?

It was so hot today, I thought I was going to be cremated.

Every year, just in time for Christmas, when it’s freezing cold, the Coca Cola truck shows up. Now, in this freaking heat, it’s nowhere to be seen.

Spring is what we call the time in between complaining about the cold and complaining about the heat.

It’s so hot outside that when I opened my front door I thought I was checking on my oven.

I don’t need all of these heat advisory warnings on my phone. I’ve been outside. I have skin. I know.

I’m glad it’s not snowing. I can’t imagine shoveling snow in this heat.

You’d think the heat and humidity would steam some of the wrinkles out of my body.

It’s so hot out here, I saw a bird blowing on a worm before he ate it.