So here's a story for krig and krampy. On my way to rite aid to get medication for my stomach, I shit my pants driving. I just kinda sat there, turned the car around, drove home. Threw my pants and boxers in the washer. Attended to the unfinished business in my bowels. Put some clean clothes on, then went and got back in the car and tried again. All the time, killing machine playing in my car stereo.
Right now it is -15 degrees Fahrenheit with a windchill of -40. Supposedly it is as cold as the north pole and even colder than the south pole atm. Listening to some black metal to celebrate.