You got frostbite WHERE?
With an arctic blast turning most of the eastern U.S. into a Popsicle as of late, just thinking about this news story makes me want wrap myself head-to-toe in fleece and sip steaming cocoa from a mug the size of my desk. But naked running is always funny, so I humbly present this tale of a scantily clad sprint — in the prez’s backyard, nonetheless. (Though the headline is Onion-esque, I assure you, it’s a legit story.)
Don’t try this at home. And for the love of chafing, definitely don’t try it without bathing in Body Glide first.