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Early drafts for my review of the bottle of Becherovka I received from my Secret Santa:
The widely-respected master distillers of the Czech Republic have long been…
As you can see from this review, I haven’t actually gone blind yet…
In the interests of theological accuracy I don’t use the word ‘godforsaken’ very often, but…
Drinking Becherovka will bring back vivid memories of Christmases past, providing that your memories include being brutally violated by a department store Santa who spoke no English and reeked of stale whiskey...
If you’re in the market for cheap cinnamon-flavoured Czech hooch, then have I got news for you…
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here…
I can only assume that my Secret Santa wants me dead.
I can only assume that my Secret Santa wants me dead.
3 Comments:
You have to admit that the description makes it sound pretty good.
Perhaps your Secret Santa is a Milkd hitman. ur. Hitwoman. ur. Hitperson. ur. Hitwomyn. Assassin.
Just what I need: angry lesbians with coffee jitters and access to alcohol.
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