It's Cold Outside
I am sitting here in my big, comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair in my living room, looking out at the ice, and remembering some of my favorite it's so cold jokes. You know them. It's so cold you could freeze an egg on the sidewalk. It's so cold the streakers are just describing themselves. It' so cold I saw a politician with his hand in his own pocket. \n\tI know...it is appropriate that cold rhymes with old, because those jokes are. How about, it's so cold that nobody wants to go out, but some of the guys at the singles bars who felt they're just too good looking to stay home. Or how about it's so cold that girls are going with guys who have the flu because they have high temperatures. It's so cold you have to part your hair with an axe? \n\tActually, I went out to the mailbox this morning, and I forgot I had my coffee cup in my hand...it still had a little coffee in it...and when I got back inside, I found a little chunk of coffee left clicking around in the cup.