Sunday, December 14, 2008

he whispered to her i think they can smell our vodka




she: what should we get? nothing hard.
he: but you said you don't like beer.
she: maybe something hard then. not tequila.
he: vodka!
she: okay, which kind?

. . .
vodka'll warm us up. :he
like the russians. :she
like the russians! :he



photo: mchl mchl


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