Boy, they oughta change the name of this state to HumidiTennessee.

I won't say that it's humid outside, but you don't breathe the air so much as drink it.

Also, the truck has some of that Riceville Air Conditioning. It's 2-55. That's right, two windows down going fifty-five miles an hour.

And for the record? Not once did I ever complain about the winter weather. You're obviously confusing me with my alter ego, Big Winter-Hatin' Tommy. Big Summer-Hatin' Tommy doesn't care much for the humidity, what with his ability to sweat constantly.