Is there a more pathetic Friday night?
I’m about to uncork a bottle of wine, pick a cigar from the humidor, and turn on Dvorak’s 9th… alone… on a Friday night. I’m really not sure I shouldn’t be on a poster somewhere.
I’m about to uncork a bottle of wine, pick a cigar from the humidor, and turn on Dvorak’s 9th… alone… on a Friday night. I’m really not sure I shouldn’t be on a poster somewhere.