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lmao, in college I lived in Chico and it would often hit 110+ degrees and even 115+. I lived in shitty apartment where the AC literally couldn't cool the air so it was cooler inside than outside. Something must have been fuck with the attic insulation. My girlfriend lived in a 100 year old house in an upstairs room. It got so hot that her candles melted. When it was hot I just would hang out in basketball shorts with my shirt off, get a fan going and mist myself with water. And obviously drink beer.
And to the people who say, "but its dry heat bro." Well we were surrounded by hundreds of thousands of rice fields that would have to be flooded with water. So it often got disgustingly humid and hot.
Oh I know what you mean about stuff getting melted. To this day, I keep candies and snacks in the fridge even though I don't have to.
This conversation reminds me of an apartment I had in Las Vegas. We had a summer where the A/C was on the fritz, and the complex was doing **just** enough maintenance to get it working **just** long enough that they didn't have to pay to put us up in the hotel room and replace the unit. Drank a lot of beer that summer.