Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
Broad Potholes I mean Ripple ;)I don't miss the Frozen North of Minnesota.
No sweat. When they build the roads there, they grind up yoopers and mix them into the pavement. Can't hurt it then, it's too tough. No problem for the yoopers either; 'bout the same as being at home all winter.
Too...damn...cold. Hell, I'm double-layering tonight in Old Virginny.
Long undies from my beer league goaltending days, an electric blanket, and two dogs that are feeling snuggly.I'm good.
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