When I was at sea if someone came in to the Messroom and said it was cold outside everyone in chorus recited the following " As cold as a frog in an ice-bound pool
As cold as the tip of an Eskimo's tool
As cold as charity and thats F***ing chilly
but it isn't as cold as our little Willy
'Cos He's dead poor bastard"
amazing what strange customs grow up when you live in isolation for a time. BTW witches tits are NOT cold I promise you!!!!