No, not in Green Bay at The Game.
In West Texas, the LawDog went hunting and the temperature dropped (same cold front, different latitude...)
That four A.M. call of nature? After staggering outside, I unzipped and rooted through an insulated set of coveralls, past the hunting pants, into my jeans and my Fruit-of-the-Looms -- only to find a tiny little note reading: "Sod this. Sod you. Gone home."
That, my friends, is cold.
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