(May 21, 2016 at 5:45 pm)Gemini Wrote: All my vodka is gone, but I've got my husband's amaretto. Way too sweet, but whatever.
(May 21, 2016 at 5:43 pm)Bella Morte Wrote: This stuff, to be specific.
Okay, I will make my husband go out and get me that. Because once upon a time I lived in Germany, and the sight of this recalls to my mind the shivery delight of November snow in the Bavarian Alps. Ducking into a bar where a small group of Americans huddled together to partake of intelligible communication and the sweet nectar of Deutschland.
Yum.
Amaretto... *shudder* that stuff tastes like cough syrup.
Nay_Sayer: “Nothing is impossible if you dream big enough, or in this case, nothing is impossible if you use a barrel of KY Jelly and a miniature horse.”
Wiser words were never spoken.
Wiser words were never spoken.