i cant say
Donât think about things that havenât come from me.
it is monkas i keep reading it wrong
D:
burning in desert and president for a time
I can only wear cotton next to my skin.
you can have wool jumper top of cotton lol
âŚthen how is it wool?
Edit: Oh you mean ontop of. Derp.
ah its cause i said âwool shirtâ i got confused wdym, lost in translation
i meant like norwegian wool sweater, my bad. some ppl do use even woolen long johns and shirts here during -20 but those cost alot and use is only few months so meh, i also just buy some cotton turtlenecks and stuff its fine the few months it goes under -20
Mint vodka? Never heard of it but it sounds wonderful âŚ
I bought my mum a bottle of Baileyâs irish Cream for her ChristmasâŚ
Far too much to manage on her own.
But mint vodka sounds intriguing.
they serve it in all northern ski resorts, its just hot chocolate with some 40-50% mint flavor alcohol and whipped cream on top
its very good!
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you say âminttuâ which means mint and you get something like this, but there is 50% alcohol so be careful
I wish it could be bought here. I can imagine the smell and the taste and all drunk through whipped cream. Sigh âŚ
easy, get some hot chocolate from store and can of whipped cream and get some peppermint booze from local store and then just make at home?
Oâboy!
Its purrsday. Poetry anyone?
In the golden haze of a summerâs delight,
There danced a cat, with fur shining bright.
Amidst the warmth, where sunbeams would gleam,
A feline muse would chase her dream.
With paws so nimble, sheâd gracefully prance,
Through meadows adorned in a vibrant dance.
Her eyes, like emeralds, held secrets untold,
As she roamed freely in a world of gold.
Her whiskers, like whispers, would gently sway,
As she sought adventures both night and day.
Beneath the shade of ancient oak trees,
Sheâd bask in silence, the summerâs sweet breeze.
Oh, how sheâd frolic, with boundless grace,
In fields of flowers, a picturesque chase.
In dappled sunlight, sheâd gracefully leap,
Her spirit unburdened, her heart in a keep.
Her purrs produced a melodic tune,
A serenade to the radiant moon.
And when twilight painted the sky with hues,
Sheâd slumber softly, dreams sheâd peruse.
In the ebon night, a feline sprite,
Sheâd prowl the gardens, a silhouette of might.
Her eyes would twinkle, like stars up high,
As she explored beneath the moonlit sky.
Oh, summerâs cat, a creature so rare,
With each pawstep, sheâd leave a mark to share.
A muse of warmth, in a world so vast,
Sheâd bring solace to days that would not last.
So let us cherish this cat of the sun,
For in her presence, summerâs joy is spun.
In radiant moments where memories are born,
A felineâs grace, in summerâs embrace, adorn.
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thats something i do at home for winter seasons, its rly common and easy to make, i dont pour too generous for the booze part its 50% and just for minty flavor so be careful
not like this