I'm so behind schedule this year. Almost 1 pm and I've only just poured my first Laphroaig. I could see the disappointment in Dolores's eyes.
The iodiney magic of the Laphroaig melds perfectly with bloody butchery of the bloke on the telly preparing a deer.
Not much time. The starters won't make themselves.
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