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Today it's too hot to think. What happens when it's too hot for me to think? I keep thinking, of course. But the quality of the result isn't guaranteed.

My spam folder persistently wants me to start an exciting career in law enforcement, find the right one on Jewish personals, view black local singles, and of course all the usual and expected stuff.

So to live up to its expectations, I'll not only have to be a cop with a Jewish wife, an enormous penis, a continually-refinanced mortgage and a porn-viewing habit, I also need to stalk local black singles.