This posh piece is pretty packin' though, purchased & presented to me properly by prestigious personal pals in partial past of the date I was presented with perfect life, oh, some preposterous 27 parcels ago.
It keeps the flow of divinity warm & snuggles all the way til the end. Also good if you want to feel very Europa, Europa whilst sipping. As you see, the little tip-tap-top comes off allowing you your very own little cup. Gleefully gay I sat, sipper cup, books & screaming imbecile (child) all apart of my new environment. Oh Paris, Amsterdam, Milan, Madrid, meet The Silver Train:

Regular paper cups, I now scoff at the site of your silly little existence. I will forever hold my head (& nose) that much higher when I pass. does that show intervention come see you for dark chocolate consumption?

1 comment:
Fancy, shmancy.
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