kapairowits
Ah, the soothing burn of the booze, scarcely disguised by soda, as it trickles down my gullet and warms mah belly! The mild warmth works its way through my burbling blood and eeks its way into my brain.
The farmer stared at the lady in the fur coat, dipped his eyes and shook his head. He stumbled across the street to his beat-up old jalopy and clambered in. The rattle and bang of the door slamming...