My testicle operation has gotten infected.
So I'm eating penicilline while feeling like I've been kicked in the groin by a Giraffe.
Doubt I'll make it to work this year.
So, feeling sorry for myself, since nobody else are ( the mail order bride will sidle up to me, cuddle and ask: So, how about some sex, and then die laughing, when I scream and run away.................................she has a weird sense of humor!)
I opened a bottle of 2011 Faustino Gran Reserva.
Good, but at the end of it's time.
The fruit is pretty much gone, but so are the tannins.
What is left is something that feels like an old wine.