/ kalebeul / 2004 / 07 / 31 / true story /
I was walking past a garrigue-hidden cottage this afternoon when, to my considerable surprise, a woman leant out of an upstairs window, let fall her dress, and suggested I come in for something cool.
Don’t these people know that Brits like their beer warm?
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