Because they are surrounded by drafts!
Me: Define "true friend." Shrink: Someone you feel you can tell anything. Me: 11,419.
I can't feel my face when I'm with you...
They think they are in a pickle.
I'm probably gonna die surrounded by both.
He was trying to dodge the draft.
Diner: Yes it's blown my steak off the plate three times.
On the Inkernet.