GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
...withdraw.
I've spent the week feeling ghastly due to malechavanistpigflu.
I find myself in the garden listening to Samuel Barber on spotify whilst smoking a rather fine Cohiba with a coffee and a '61 armanac. The coffee I paid for with the sweat of my brow but the other items were gifts.
Am I being irredeemably decadent to do this whilst the world seems to go to hell in a hand cart around me?
What guilty pleasures do you indulge in when the day has gone to rat shoot?
I've spent the week feeling ghastly due to malechavanistpigflu.
I find myself in the garden listening to Samuel Barber on spotify whilst smoking a rather fine Cohiba with a coffee and a '61 armanac. The coffee I paid for with the sweat of my brow but the other items were gifts.
Am I being irredeemably decadent to do this whilst the world seems to go to hell in a hand cart around me?
What guilty pleasures do you indulge in when the day has gone to rat shoot?
