You guys must be from the softer side of the world. When I was growing up, we fashioned sleeping sacks from the corpses of dead animals, and kept warm by hugging uranium rocks.
Warm? How nice it must have been to grow up warm. We only dreamt of warm. The best we could hope for was the residual heat from the formation of the universe seeping into the cold, dank puddle in which we slept.
You guys must be from the softer side of the world. When I was growing up, we fashioned sleeping sacks from the corpses of dead animals, and kept warm by hugging uranium rocks.
Warm? How nice it must have been to grow up warm. We only dreamt of warm. The best we could hope for was the residual heat from the formation of the universe seeping into the cold, dank puddle in which we slept.