I want a scotch. A nice single malt, likely an islay, one rock and then I want to have another one.
After when my belly's exuding warmth I want to go sit by the river bundled up in my down, glamstar, fur trimmed parka and smoke some shared, expertly rolled drum and check out the moon. Then I'll put on my unicorn mitts and be a happy kitten in my romaticised version of a Calgary fall.
After when my belly's exuding warmth I want to go sit by the river bundled up in my down, glamstar, fur trimmed parka and smoke some shared, expertly rolled drum and check out the moon. Then I'll put on my unicorn mitts and be a happy kitten in my romaticised version of a Calgary fall.
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mslion:
Oh, aren't you the sweetest thing? Thanks for sending the good luck fairy and her special dust my way 
suprgroovalistic:
I'd have to substitute some Drambuie for the scotch as you know I'm not a fan of the scotch. You've definitely got the recipe for some sweet fall relaxation and romance. There's nothing like that warm belly feeling...mmmmmmmmm