This winter’s Whistler was colder than anything I’ve ever seen (k maybe except the badass liquid nitrogen I stuck my finger into in high school).
It was so cold that when I tried to get into the hot tub, my hand stuck to the iron railing. It was so cold that when I skied down, the cold bites through all of my layers of heavy clothing and right down to my shrunken… you know what.
They said it was minus 15 at the village, and minus 23 on the mountain.
It was so cold that I think they closed down the peaks because people will literally freeze to death if they get up that high.
It was so cold, my fully charged camera battery, which typically gets me 500 or more photos, died in 20 minutes. TWENTY MINUTES! The juice must have frozen in there or something. It was insane.
Oh the cold didn’t do that to Jason’s toque. Jason did it himself.
In this coldness, you can only laugh it off…
Or pretend it’s not happening to you:
It was in fact, so cold, that I didn’t even remember taking the Peak to Peak gondola.
But, amid this mad coldness, we found some freaking mad HOTNESS.
YEAH BIKINI BABES IN MINUS 15 COLDNESS!!!!!!!!!!!
Some dude shouted: “HOW HOT ARE YOU?” to which the babes replied: “We’re freaking HAWT!!!”
Damn right you are.