It's 31 F below zero tonight in Fargo. That's the coldest documented temperature for this date since 1889. The windchill is absolute zero, defying the very laws of physics. What does that have to do with anything? Nothing. Except that I'm stuck inside and online, looking for something to do. So I'm posting a picture of my buddy Otter, AKA Master Shake, Poppin' Fresh, or Otter Pop. Both of my dogs have about a dozen nicknames, which I hope they don't mind. I can't wait for summer, and neither can they. I don't know what we'd do without beer.
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