Chinking drinks and the glasses that gently touch one another ring in all day long over the spread of the floor. Cases, six packs and handy little swingers dart back and forth, sure to constantly hold themselves in the hands of people. Swishing the mouth, the offers come quick and plenty, doffing off with a scoff as one other even approaches handing out blocks of ice cold.
Distraction is nothing short of and the walk load brings to a screeching halt to half-hearted aneurysms. Break out the champagne and sparkling wine, time to get loose at noon and bubble it into the night.
Walk away.
Soon Van - Friday, January 12, 2007 - 21:37
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