From craigslist Chicago comes proof that snow (and indeed peeing in snow) is not necessarily a deterrent to the romantically inclined after a few drinks:
You gave me a hand and wanted to help me aim. You were too drunk to write your initials; it came out more like a Jackson Pollock. So we celebrated that. I'm glad no cops or snow plows happened by right then! I was wearing a USMC hoodie and snowpants -- what were you wearing? I reckon I'd like to meet you again.
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