Brrrr....

I think I should form a lynch mob. And this lynch mob I created would attack the man who heats this office. It's cold outside. VERY COLD. Its colder in here. In a building. On the 6th floor. Didnt I hear once that heat was supposed to rise? Hohohoho.

I think this lynch mob (of very cold people) should dump the heater man into the Atlantic Ocean. Near the North Pole. Then take him out, put him in a cold building in front a computer and telephone, and make him sit. All day. Just sit and be cold. And answer phones. Then he might know what its like to be me.

Probably not though.