We have a saying in Stavanger: There is no such thing as bad weather. Only bad clothes.
While I was a teenager, I carried the morning paper around, using a bicycle. Had to get up around 4.30 AM each morning. It was really a night job and there was time for a 2 hrs nap before the day started.
For a couple of years in a row, the temperature dropped to around minus 25 fahrenheit around christmas time. Man that was cold! The bicycle almost refused to move and I had so much clothes on me that I could hardly move myself. Never mention picking out a paper from the bag. But still I frose my ass off each nignt.
I realize that this sounds like a very particular Monthy Python gig, but this is just how it was and I don't miss it for sure. I hate the cold weather as much as the next guy.
But I enjoyed the pictures from Yoda. And your response spiced it up. Any sign of intelligence is a bless out in the frost desert
You must have received the man of the year award for that. Wearing your kilt, the seat must have been unbearable. They wear those in Norway, right??
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Last edited by YodasLuke : 01-10-2010 at 09:26 PM.
I can assure you it took quite a few hours before I was a "man" again after those cold paper deliveries. Serious shrinkage if you know what I mean. I am not south pole material anyway and I'm not sure if I ever recovered from that, because I really hate it when it's cold.
It is in Scotland they wear kilts btw. We Norwegians just wear the skin from Ice Bear we killed for lunch.
I can assure you it took quite a few hours before I was a "man" again after those cold paper deliveries. Serious shrinkage if you know what I mean. I am not south pole material anyway and I'm not sure if I ever recovered from that, because I really hate it when it's cold.
It is in Scotland they wear kilts btw. We Norwegians just wear the skin from Ice Bear we killed for lunch.
How do you kill them? Do you bite their throats to suffocate them?
How do you kill them? Do you bite their throats to suffocate them?
Naah. I just give them a TGM speech. I read from the book with a monotonous voice. After a few paragraphs they usually start getting serious anxiety attacks. Very few have made it past the three basic imperatives actually.
They wear those in Norway, right??
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