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The depths of Despair.
Went to a funeral a few years ago in the Bronx. It was fricken freezing, bone chilling cold, with snow on the ground. Friend of mine is in the Pipe Band.
Big, beefy, red-headed Irishman. After the family/friends/co-workers went into the Church, we broke ranks and scurried for warmth. I end up in an office packed with freezing wankers all complaining and rubbing their hands.
A minute or so later, my Pipe band bud comes in and you could see the steam coming off of him like some sort of bovine.
He is speechless with the cold. After about ten seconds of just standing there absorbing teh warmth...he does an almost imperceptable squat, his eyes roll up.... and two hand warmers fall out from underneath his kilt, plop, plop onto the ground.