It was -19F last night in South Bend...if I wanted to freeze my ass and one remaining testicle off, I would have moved to flippin' Barrow, Alaska. Hell, it was probably warmer in Barrow than it was here. At least I wasn't in Minnesota, where it was much colder--but those crazy Scandinavians Lutherans just say, "What the hell, eh?" and dig into another hot, steaming fish casserole. As Mr. Buffett sings...."I gotta go where it's warm."
End of (this) bitch session.
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