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About Me: 23/07/09

“Life’s disappointments are harder to take when you don’t know any swear words.”

It's so simple, shaking off the pressure - Just take the bottle, fill the glass, drink it, and then spit it away swearing for the last person you thought of before putting the glass to the mouth... [;)]

Try this, you'd feel better...

*[i]conditions apply[/i]




*[i]Bottle must not contain alcoholic drink.[/i]

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