I was thrilled to have found a Portuguese winery. To my dismay the woman hosting the winetasting did not pronounce the "çao" part correctly. It should be "sung". She said "ko". Tsk tsk. What a disgrace. My heart broke a little. (I was also disappointed by the absence of the squiggly called the Cedilla beneath the letter "c". Hey, i have Character Map and i use it, okay?)
After posing this metallic figure with hinged joints, RJ asked, "Does this make me gay?"
Something about crackled glass that has always appealed to me. Maybe i can relate to tempered, riddled with flaws, but never quite breaking. And everyone can't help but be a little amused with their reflection on it.
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