It was a clear day.
The sun was shining.
Everything was just perfect.
Till you go inside - everything just sort of got confused - it was the fresh air that was the problem.
PS: I don't drink whisky and didn't even go inside, but just thought this would be fun.
|Title:||Wobblee . . . .|
|Uploaded:||1 Feb 2006 - 9:03 AM|
|Tags:||Humour / fun|
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