Sunday morning coming down
June 28th 2010 My Icelandic pal Osk claims was the Topas that kept me from feeling too lousy when I finally hauled myself out of bed at noon. She and the girls insisted i down a shot of the salty licorice-flavoured booze with them - an Icelandic specialty that riffs off the excellent locally made candy. It was one of the more vile alcoholic things I've ever tasted and for me, as you know, that's saying something
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