"It is miserable out there, with a capital FUCK" ~ some dude's away message. . .
That's right folks, New England is about as warm as your mama's bed about now. That's frigid. Right now, we have a temperature flirting with -40 degrees farenheit, and even considering going home with it, once it's had a couple more beers to get up the courage to ask, plus it heard that she puts out easy. In celsius, that equates to FUCKING COLD.
Let me give you a picture of how it feels: A 5 minute walk to the train on my way to work today yielded snot frozen inside my freaking nostrils, and my eyelashes had icicles on them. Icicles!!
God help me if I sneeze outside, lest I shred my own hand to pieces with a shotgun blast of ice shrapnel. . .
