A Flood of Someones
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Måske en sk øl for pingvinerne?
Ja! … men, kan pingviner rigtig lide øl?
My poor Danish aside, the issue is this: shall we have a toast for the penguins? The answer clearly requires a visit to webtender, where we find that the penguin is an exceptionally girly drink. Toasting with curacao, banana liqueur and Sprite is nothing to compare with a proper shot of akvavit, so intuitively, I’d say the penguins don’t need us or our alcohol.
I wish it could be Christmas every day
Christmas is dark and cold and full of family angst. I think, if I had to pick a holiday to live through for the rest of my life, I’d go with Labor Day. It’s still nice out, you get the day off work, there’s no pressure to have a string of perfect Kodak moments, and the stores are still open. But you can have your Christmas if you want.
i miss haribo gummy peaches.
Yeah, me too. What I really miss, though, is the “gummy” aisle at convenience stores – gummy eggs! gummy frogs! filthy disgusting salt licorice! It was better than Christmas, but not as nice as Labor Day.
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Hello there yourself. How’s the weather down in pleasantdistractionland?