Sat down with my dad last night and together we enjoyed that chewy, creamy, harvested-from-light-by-ethereal-honeybees flavor of Boddingtons. Hmmm...Strangeways, here we come.
My father remains, incorrigibly, an oenophile, and no berlufu. Berlufus are manlier.
My father remains, incorrigibly, an oenophile, and no berlufu. Berlufus are manlier.
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