Come Party with Us!
over the weekend, we inherited a new piece of furniture from my brother. It was my parent’s at one time, for most of my childhood. My brother didn’t have room for it anymore, and after initially turning down the offer for it, I accepted and made room. It’s stocked, ready to serve drinks, so if you want to come help us break it in on Sunday over the first half or so of the Super Bowl, give us a shout.
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a casualty of installation, my gargoyle.
I've been meaning to give this stuff a try. along with a ton of other drinks I come across at the liquor store, but this one has my interest piqued.
On The Verge of Tears 
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