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Originally Posted by FAX
It's not the icicles dangling from your ass, it's the humidity.
SEK. And my cold threshold is around 40 degrees. I prefer heat and sun and white beaches and deep blue ocean waves and blond, green-eyed, surfer chicks with proportionate tittahs emerging from the breakers as the sunlight glistens off the beads of water running down their breasts like rare diamonds.
FAX
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Running has made me the opposite of this. I can't stand swamp ass weather, would much rather be out in forty degree's conditions. My breaking point is probably 9 degree wind chills. Ran in that once with a fleece and the zipper froze to my throat.