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wickedfleaI'm hongry as a mutha, I am, and I want barbecue for lunch. Alas, I am not in barbecue land. I am in a strange place where the windchill is 4 degrees and I'm scared to leave for lunch.
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Date: 2003-01-22 10:50 am (UTC)My windchill is -43C. Minus forty three degrees celsius. This morning, my eyes started to water because of the wind and my tears froze to my cheeks. I shit you not.
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Date: 2003-01-22 11:51 am (UTC)And yep, I am a stone-cold wuss (emphasis on COLD). I just can't hang with this. When the time comes, we're moving to Texas, OK? Certainly there's no shortage of chemical disaster there, right?
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Date: 2003-01-22 01:53 pm (UTC)Texas? Sounds great. We'll have to get a ranch. And some watermelons. I plan on making our millions in the oil industry.