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Lighter Side

There is a time each year when the weather goes from magical to miserable … they call it January.

It’s so damn cold outside, I just farted snowflakes.

If complaining about the cold weather was an Olympic Sport, my wife would be the gold medalist.

Well, … on the bright side … there are no mosquitoes.

I know I’m snowed in, but it’s nothing a little salt can’t handle … especially around the rim of my margarita glass.

OK Winter, you made your point … I’m a wussy.

They’re forecasting a wintry mix for our area of the Midwest. My idea of a wintry mix is two ounces of bourbon with a gin chaser. Warms...

 

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