Please stop. Use a cut or something. I cannot control the weather if it has been announced to me already. And don't try lying to me about it, that only makes it worse. I cannot make it warmer if you keep jabbering about frostbite. Wait until the *end* of the day to say how cold it was.
And while we're on the subject of irking me, there is no greater way to make me jealous than, when I enter the room, a bunch of my friends slink off to a private room and talk about stuff without the slightest indication as to why it might be private. Especially in my own apartment.
