I stopped by the liquor store to buy a little bourbon (half gallon) and some nog... they are not carrying it yet.
That's a bleedin' outrage it is! I'm gonna tell the Prime Minister about this!I stopped by the liquor store to buy a little bourbon (half gallon) and some nog... they are not carrying it yet.
It's a half a flat till Boxin' Day, and six ca't get no nog for his wobbly pop!G'day mates! What's the good word?
You, my Secret Santa, you will drink free. Let me know if you're going to come down. I'll even bring you a Christmas doom weasel.
*blink blink*The really creepy thing... I could actually take you up on this. And actually may do so next week after papers have been submitted for school. Hmmm....
YEH! There's, like, no one from SK!*blink blink*
Wait a second, are there seriously three of us from SK on these forums? How...???
I KNOW RIGHTYEH! There's, like, no one from SK!
Even the people that live there aren't from there.
I, also, keed.
I'd say there need to be more southern californians, but I live right next to Zen and not once have I invited her somewhere for a cannoli. I don't need more people to not invite out for cannolis.Need more SW Ontarians, PST.
Actually, 4. My partner lurks and posts here too.*blink blink*
Wait a second, are there seriously three of us from SK on these forums? How...???
I just finished the final final paper of the term soooo...You, my Secret Santa, you will drink free. Let me know if you're going to come down. I'll even bring you a Christmas doom weasel.
The nog was tasty, the conversation was loverly, and the doom weasels' teeth were sharp (but cute!).My secret Santa, Dirona, and her fella braved the wilds of Saskatchewan to join me for egg nog, doom weasels, and small talk. Thank you so much for coming down. I had a fantastic time and I apologize for my over-enthusiastic doom-weasel-in-training. She's not usually that chompy.
Where can I get some of this?lartist (via twitter) said:I don't think I should call this eggnog. More like Cream of Rum...