Run, T-Rex, Run!
Meanwhile, I've got two pairs of nipple warmers on, I've practically got a heating pad shoved into my ass crack and here's this motherfucker jogging and playing with his son in Malibu like he has no idea what cold feels like. THAT BITCH is totally teasing those of us who are living on Snow Miser's taint right now by wearing a beanie on his head. You know, because he has the choice and we don't. Or maybe he just doesn't want to burn his plugs. Whatever. I still can't be mad at Matthew McConaughey, because the world will stop spinning if he doesn't aim his bare nipples at the sun at least once a month.