“It was so cold where we were,” one man boasted, “that the candle froze
and we couldn’t blow it out.” “That’s nothing!” said the other. “Where
we were the words came out of your mouths in little pieces of ice and
we had to fry them to see what we were talking about.” (Courier Journal
magazine) ~Taken from the book: Something To Smile About by: Zig Ziglar~
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