Posted by fascinatorium on June 2, 2015 in Alcohol, General frolic, Happiness, Reflection | 2 Comments
There’s no bad day that 30-year old gin from Grandma’s basement can’t fix.
I can get my hand on some olives if you need help with that bottle.
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Group sing, Fasci. “In destill …. of the night ….”
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