I was sweating my way past a garrigue-hidden house this afternoon when, to my not inconsiderable surprise, a woman leant out of an upstairs window, let fall her dress, and suggested I come in for something cool, viz a beer accompanied by a home-made tortilla de patatas, a game of billiards and a session in the jacuzzi.
Don’t these people know that Brits like their beer warm?
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Organ Grindr, erotic social networking for gay trained monkeys.
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Holidays amidst grossly obese and peaceful Brits, whose beer doesn’t come with a free hangover, whose Big Macs cost less in
I’d like to thank all (OK, both) of you who clicked on the beer graphic and ended up donating last month.