Boys, I gotta tell you,” said our old pal Windy Wilson, “this cold transmits me reversely to the winter of ’47. Cold? It ...
No one wanted to interrupt. “Some winters,” Windy said, “just take the former limitarions to obliqueness!” Yeah. We’d always figured it that way, too. Brought to you by “Dogsled ...
“Boys, I gotta tell you,” said our old pal Windy Wilson, “This cold transmits me reversely to the winter of ’47. Cold? It thicklicated your blood so much you could hardly walk. You remember it, Doc?