"This reporter has heard that reservations have been made in a place that's hotter, well, hotter than a Times Square Rolex. Frankly it's hotter than the hinges to the gates of Hell, hotter than the Devil's anvil because it is Hell. Well, you've heard the old saying, "Don't taunt the old dictator `til you've crossed the creek" but Chavez's deathbed is like a sauna--all he can do is wait and sweat. He's got his back to the wall, his shirttails on fire and the bill collector's at the door. He was laying all cattywhompus on ..." (redacted, earthy homilies go on for several pages)
“This reporter has heard that reservations have been made in a place that’s hotter, well, hotter than a Times Square Rolex...”
I would ‘Rather’ expect that Danny Boy will eventually get to experience the heat too...
