I go to the cupboard for a finger of whiskey and find my wife has emptied the last into a hot toddy. I can't be arsed to walk to the shed and see if I've a bottle sitting out there.. just have to sniff the fumes.
Of course that hare in title should read hate. Auto word choosing and small tap keyboards on HTC phones.. ok big fingers and not totally in sober control if them.
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