The wind chill this morning was 3 degrees. Wasn't that a lame singing group from the '70s? It was so cold that I understood why some people kill themselves by putting their heads in ovens. At least then they'll be warm when they check out. Even if they were to be condemned to Hell for taking their own lives, they could look up at me and laugh, "Hey, I'm not wearing ANY layers, how 'bout you, Mr. Five Frozen Extremities?"
Thanks for humoring me.
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