Well Wayne, we ain’t X-zactly acclimated to this weather!

I’ve stood on the sidelines many nights when it was colder than this, but I didn’t like it!
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.