They are better shaken, not stirred. I usually have one in my hand. One is too few and three are two many.
Anne Boleyn's.
My hands.
She outgrew her B shells.
Who decided breasts looked like owls They were wrong.
Harambe: May I get a martini Me: Just ice for Harambe. Harambe: Just ice Me: Justice for Harambe.
Shaken. Not stirred
More than you can shake a stick at
Michael
Because he wanted to feel his oats!
Stirring it.
