All you southern folk keep complaining. I'm from where it gets cold, Wisconsin!
I saw from -28°F to +106°F.
Winds that can lift a roof and trap a ski between it and the wall.
Ice so thick, twigs on trees are like pencils, the twig is the lead and the wood is the ice.
Mosquitos? I was being carried off by two mosquitos one night. They were talking about me:
"Should we eat him here or take him home"
"Let's eat him here. If we take him home the big ones will take him away from us."
NB: Paragraphs 1-4 are true. Five was inserted for a little humor.
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