Cold

With it being colder than a witch's tit in a brass brassiere here in the Upper Midwest, I finally busted out my winter coat and my Doctor Who scarf. I managed to stay pretty warm while waiting for the bus this morning.

The weather reminds me of the classic Onion piece, "Chicago Rolls Out Cold-Weather Prostitutes".

Unlike many other parts of the country, where milder temperatures and lighter snowfalls allow for the convenience of all-year prostitutes, citizens of Chicago must turn to thicker, sturdier working girls who can provide the high performance needed to get through the worst their notorious winter has to offer.