where wildly different is perfectly normal
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.

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.

And how was your afternoon?

5 Comments

  1. Me

    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?

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