I do. I'm about to fashion some out of a clean, unused trash bag.
Hey, wait . . .
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I double-dog dare you.
Nope, in my case, I have lived in Southern California for a couple of decades; no need for thermal undies.
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I’ll keep you warm all night long, and no underwear needed of any kind at all.
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Wait, does this mean you’re not real? I’ve been had . . .
That’s great, because just like Han Solo in “Star Wars”, I can imagine a lot!
Don’t you start! It’s Han Solo!!!!
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Aw come on, I'm Scottish, no way.
Thermal gloves maybe...