In any avid drinker is hidden a Mr. Hyde.
It 's always him, sbracato a beer garden in the sun, which you can taste the freshness of a pils.
Mr. Hyde is supported, sneering at the counter of a dirty, old English pub, perfectly at ease in the chaos of the working class, which heats up, clearly engrossed in the thought of a proletarian uprising and that it does not arrive another pint of beer.
who is so passionate. Refined but wild, pleasure-seeking in both cases.
fascinated by trivial and cold gentleman accepts the challenge of 12 shiny brand new mouths of fire (4:20).
Dark Star Festival BSE Thornbridge Ashford Brown ale, Oakleaf Bitter e Piston Porter, Ascot Alley Cat bitter.
Freddo cane e fuori pioggia incessante. Sembra di sentire una leggera brezza londinese. Siamo la canticchiante e danzante merda del mondo..
Cheers
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