I've always been happy if the cold hasn't reduced the "little guy" to a stubby mass of unstretchable flesh which can't be extended beyond the layers of insulation. I hate the resulting yellow icicles that are formed in those layers as a result.
But heck, anyone who thinks "Don't piss into the wind" means "Piss the other way" has never felt the yellow updraft that can happen when "going" with the wind in the western sub-arctic.
