Three Guys

[Rondy]

Three guys were sitting around in a bar discussing whose wife was the most frigid. Harry was definitely sure he had the worst of it. "Listen, you guys," he said, "my wife comes to bed with an ice cube in each hand, and in the morning they haven't begun to melt." "That's nothing," said Phil. "My wife likes to have a glass of water on the bedside table, but by the time she's carried it from the bathroom to the bedroom, it's frozen solid." "Aw, hell," said Herb, "my wife is so frigid that when she spreads her legs, the central heating kicks on."