I'm tired of being hot.
I live in Michigan so I don't have to deal with hot.
If I wanted this kind of hot, I'd go live in Louisiana.
Or the surface of the sun.
Dooley is tired of being hot.
Having varnish put all over the hardwood floors in your house when its this kind of hot is cruel and unusual punishment. (I was tempted to step on them and leave a footprint, sort of like when you draw your initials in new concrete.)
I've never understood the purpose of so much hot.
Did I mention I hate hot?
Too hot to type whole paragraphs.