The Third Degree

You've heard of it, haven't you?


Seen it on Law & Order?
























That relentless, high-pressure questioning that gets a suspect really sweating until he reaches his breaking point and pours his soul out (along with any confessions) to the interrogators -


You know - "The Third Degree".





I don't know why it's called the third degree. It was 119 degrees outside a couple of days ago according to my dashboard thermometer. Now THAT is some serious heat.



Put me out in that kind of heat and I will confess whatever you want to hear.

Weight?

Age?

What I really thought about Johnny Depp in Don Juan?


Do your worst.


Jail cells are air-conditioned, no?

















I hereby declare that the third degree concept be scrapped in favor of "The 119th Degree". Because I like to declare things.


And, because I don't think it gets much hotter than that... at least I hope not.


Or I am moving.
Again.
You know I will...