Showing posts with label the pale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the pale. Show all posts

Thursday, April 15, 2010

He drinks Tanora, she talks dirty in irish




Yeah yeah, I know, I still haven't eaten the spam. I'm leaving it in the press (read cupboard) until the time is right, say for instance a ELE or if I was in Iceland right now might seem like a good time.

In other news I soon also be drinking the now infamous Tanora and will presently be receiving it from one of my Nom-mules who smuggled it over the pale wall.




the pale wall, yesterday.^


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