> I know a cold damp one in the small of my back is damn uncomfortable and hard to find

My woodie's outside, covered with snow
New York's a lonely town
When you're the only surfer boy around.

But, Consuelo, always remember it's the thawed that counts.

There was a young man named Dickel,
Whose tool was a little icicle,
His wife was so frigid
It always stayed rigid,
and as cold and hard as a nickel.


TEd