When I was somewhere lost in the land of Tween…or maybe it was Teen…I used to always say that it was “Africa Hot.” As an adult, I can see all of the political incorrectness in saying something is Africa Hot..BUT…for anyone who has been in Africa…it IS hot. So, politically correct or not…sometimes when the sun is roasting down on my bright white shoulders, it feels like I’m melting in the desert suns of Africa.
Anyhoo.
Africa.
Hot.
It happens.
And then I was out.
And talking to some random dude.
And he said it was Africa Hot.
Soul mate?
Potentially.
When I told him, “Hey! Africa hot is MY thing!” he got a bit defensive, and said that as he was older, I had, indeed, taken “Africa Hot” from him.
Regardless of “Africa Hot” ownership, I knew our friendship would be forever.
How could it not be?
Clearly, two brilliant minds passing in the hot African nights.
OK – maybe it is a bad joke shared in the dry suburban heat.
Either way…it’s a tell tale sign of laughter.
And laughter, my friends, is what is important.
Why not! But does he have a nice Bum to go with “Africa Hot”?
haha…of course…would anyone from the Candy jar talk “Africa hot” with anyone who didn’t have a nice Bum?
I like to use the term ‘hot as balls’. Which is probably equally politically incorrect. I’ve never had balls myself, so I’m not even sure exactly how hot, hot as balls actually is. I’m thinking it’s Africa hot though.
Hot as balls is another excellent term…I’m sure there are many hot balls in Africa. Wow..this response is spiraling…maybe I should stop before it gets out of hand
Hot balls do not make babies…I’m just saying.
Red.
Maybe that is the attraction…there are more babies surrounding the Candy Jar than the Candy knows what to do with.