The Icy Finger Of Fate

Out here in the northern plains, it get cold in a hurry. I went out tonight to fill the gas tank. I left my gloves at home.

Big mistake - never do that again.

What can I say: I like my fingers. I can do cool things with them. And after about three minutes pumping gas they hurt like hell.

I'm beginning to think that joke about the brass monkeys might be based on some truth...