Howling mad
Being a grown up means sometimes you can't do a happy hour in the middle of a Saturday. Now Howling for me, sorry everyone.
Hmmmmm, beer
Being a grown up means sometimes you can't do a happy hour in the middle of a Saturday. Now Howling for me, sorry everyone.
Posted by a beer sort of girl at 12:31 PM
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