Christian’s cure
Posted in regular by Sabine on December 16, 2009
Watching me cough and wince in pain inspired him to mix me some soy milk, whisky and ice cubes (and call me ‘Boozy’ as I am sipping it). I am noticing a few things as I am drinking my Talisker and Bonsoy:
- I feel like kissing my dog Mira on her little nose and cheeks, more than usual.
- I am finding Conan O’Brien mildly frightening.
- I cannot talk because I am in too much pain, but I strangely don’t seem to care and am able to rely on facial expressions and shrugs.
- I like drinking whisky – I don’t feel tipsy, I feel like a seasoned and disillusioned writer or sailor.
More please.
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pochtrone! pst, il t’en reste un fond à me passer? Ca m’a l’air fort sympatique comme boisson!
Your style of writing is so funny, LMAO.
Sophie: ben voui! Je te promets même plus qu’un fond si tu veux venir trinquer avec nous (hein, hein!).
Bliss Doubt: I’m sure the whisky helps!!
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