The "cloth" napkins were of high quality that perfectly balanced the experience. Should I also mention that the Chardonnay was exquisite as it vastly complimented the gyros with a velvet body and contrasting aroma. But also, I did enjoy dessert that was baklava that was perfectly presented and drizzled with honey that helped give it a glistening addition to the sweet and crunchy flavour.
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A friend of mine had the same problem. He just couldn’t get off the ground with the girl next door. Blodwin, her name was. Blodwin was super-attractive, in a shy, refined sort of way.
I told him, “Next time you see her out in the backyard, just strike up a conversation with her.”
I should mention that this was in the old days, and the washroom facilities were located in an outhouse at the far end.
“What about?”
“Anything! It doesn’t matter. Go for it.”
The miserable sap couldn’t do it. He was completely tongue-tied.
“Mr Buttercup, I know I’m wet,” he wailed. “But Blodwin is so beautiful. I just can’t think of anything to say.”
“Well, the very next time you see her, you call out to her. Remember, Blodwin just thinks of herself as an ordinary person. Say the first thing that comes into your head. If she’s at all interested, she’ll respond right away.”
So, he waited for the young lady to appear. Finally, the outhouse door opened and she came skipping up the garden path, putting the lillies to shame with her grace and beauty. Taking his life in his hands, he worked himself up into a feverish mix of blind apprehension and steely-eyed courage.
“Been for a shit, have you, Blodwin?”
I told him, “Next time you see her out in the backyard, just strike up a conversation with her.”
I should mention that this was in the old days, and the washroom facilities were located in an outhouse at the far end.
“What about?”
“Anything! It doesn’t matter. Go for it.”
The miserable sap couldn’t do it. He was completely tongue-tied.
“Mr Buttercup, I know I’m wet,” he wailed. “But Blodwin is so beautiful. I just can’t think of anything to say.”
“Well, the very next time you see her, you call out to her. Remember, Blodwin just thinks of herself as an ordinary person. Say the first thing that comes into your head. If she’s at all interested, she’ll respond right away.”
So, he waited for the young lady to appear. Finally, the outhouse door opened and she came skipping up the garden path, putting the lillies to shame with her grace and beauty. Taking his life in his hands, he worked himself up into a feverish mix of blind apprehension and steely-eyed courage.
“Been for a shit, have you, Blodwin?”
Maybe you can goto one of your fav old haunts and ask them when they replace their carpet.
oo mabuti!LOL same reason why hobbyists don't often agree to advanced payment!!!
Though if I am wrong about that, well then hell - I now accept paypal payments. hahaha
You know the old saying, "you can't get toothpaste back in the tube"?
Well, you can't get the cum back in the cock either.
Well, you can't get the cum back in the cock either.
Paypal, eh? Hmm.. that'd mean I could hobby on my credit card!!
Something tells me.. this would ultimately not be a good idea
