
Nothing makes the afternoon rut of difficult work feel better than the discovery of bottles of Dr Pepper hidden on your bookshelf.
The Little Ones can't see you've got them.
Your soul thanks the heavens you bought them.
Similar to an Orgy, but with bloggers instead! A Blorgy!
I don;t think you're going to bring the Irish around to Dr Pepper, I'm afraid. Or maybe it's just me!
ReplyDeleteIs htere going to be another installment of your ghost story?
As long as I can keep finding it in news agents and Spar/Centra, I'm happy. :)
ReplyDeleteStory comes after work pressures ease.
JM you speak the truth.
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