Scotch whiskey, James Bond, the inside of a woman’s thigh…after that I draw a blank.
DiScuss.
Scotch whiskey, James Bond, the inside of a woman’s thigh…after that I draw a blank.
DiScuss.
To crush your enemies, see them driven before you and hear the lamentations of their women.
I believe that falls under my James Bond category.
dogs

posting about music on message boards
Cats
a really good curry
cuddles
a pair of feckin’ w-oh that’s already covered in the OP
nothing
Nature
I changed my opinion: Taco Bell