24th July 2010, 10:21 AM
Eurgh. Margaritas! In a really big glass with enough salt to induce a round of blood pressure.
I've been basking in the afterglow of sending a letter to the hideous widowette, her children are now convinced I'm a drug-addict and/or insane. Wheee!
Make that TWO Margaritas. I'm feeling festive. Where's my sombrero?
I've been basking in the afterglow of sending a letter to the hideous widowette, her children are now convinced I'm a drug-addict and/or insane. Wheee!
Make that TWO Margaritas. I'm feeling festive. Where's my sombrero?
Prime practitioner of headology, with a side order of melting glass with a stern glare.