Mushrooms were probably left out of the description.
Joey, "The meeting starts at eight, bring all the essentials and I'm not talking about clothing or the BofM. I promise a VERY uplifting meeting, something out of this world. Oh, and new covenants will be part of it also."
Okay, you two! This is serious stuff. Hie, put aside your absolute certainty for just one minute. If we added Mrs. Hietokolob in the tub, would you be willing to give the washings, whiskey, and an anointing (or two or three) a try? I thought so, wanker!
Hell, I might even give it a try solo. Et tu, CnB?
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My first visit to Scotland, 2002. Sitting at the bar at St. Andrews golf club, after a very chilly, windy round. Won't tell you what I shot. We were wet from the rain, frozen from the cold (this was March), and worn out from fighting the wind.
There with two American friends, and a "local" (developer studio head from Dundee).
The local tells the bartender which Scotch to fill our glasses with. No, I can't remember the name (not an exported brand, something local).
Never in my life did anything taste so good, and so perfect to the moment.
Okay, you convinced me. We’ll ditch the nakedness, tub, washings/annointings, and go straight to the Highlands for some private quality hooch. It’s kind of like how tea ALWAYS tastes better in England, Scotch must taste better up North.
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