Rants, Raves and Recipes from the Edge of Sanity
And then reach behind the towel, pull out my 1911, and cure the problem... Still smiling.
Thank you for spelling whisky correctly.
I don't really do either. I don't want the rubber room treatment. I wind up bottling it up until my chest and stomach hurt.It sweeps the feelings under the rug or else it gets the pills again.
those who spell whisk(e)y correctly have yet to consume enough of same.....vaquero viejo
AND, women with that expression on their face scare the hell outa me!!!vaquero viejo
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