Killer Octopi and Cold Balls

Jesus it's cold outside. My balls have herded themselves up into my earholes and now not only am I cold, I can't hear shit. It wouldn't be that bad but Fat Charlie wants to walk around and sniff everything before he takes a dump. Just take a dump, dog. It's all the same stuff that was here yesterday, it won't smell any different.

That's the problem with dogs. They don't use logic, and they don't care about your balls. 

I just learned that there's apparently a giant killer octopus thing swimming around various lakes here in Oklahoma. We might just have to load up the wagon and check this thing out.

Be excellent, folks.