In a hurry, the gin falls out of the freezer and smashes on the floor, resulting in a race between me with a towel and the dog with a lightning-fast tongue.
In a hurry, the gin falls out of the freezer and smashes on the floor, resulting in a race between me with a towel and the dog with a lightning-fast tongue.
Having seen Rosie, I can’t imagine her drunk on gin! She couldn’t get much more laid back! Maybe giddy, giggley, or melancholy. Did you think about opening a bottle of tonic water and using a straw?
Not nearly as exciting.
Having seen Rosie, I can’t imagine her drunk on gin! She couldn’t get much more laid back! Maybe giddy, giggley, or melancholy. Did you think about opening a bottle of tonic water and using a straw?
that is TOO funny. i can only imagine….
So, who won the race?
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