I just can't, I just can't get over it. This requires extreme measures. At the risk of falling out with Lord Palmerston, I'm going to contact my MP and get him to lobby for an anti-Crunchie bill in Parlia... no... no I need to cool down. This isn't leading anywhere good. But first I need to burst in a constructive way. And then mellow out.
Yes, I'm going out right away to get a bar of Madagascan Gold (Sambirano 71) made by Willie. And I have to admit: a woman could perhaps do a better job, but that Madagascan Gold is the second best thing after an orgasm that I can think of (and afford). And the aftertaste is rather mellow.
The glimpse of Paradise above via Global Cool
