Death Row Bevvy

You're on the trapdoor, Old Badnews is stood beside you with the black silk headcover in one hand the rope in the other he's got missile lock on the lever he proper loves his work. The Padré is murmuring away in latin and suddenly the jailer bowls up the steps and says "fancy a last drink squire?"

What's yer ultimate poison? For me, I think I'll have a nice candle warmed Cognac please, not some poncey wine just a good old final warming buzz. Adios muchachos. đŸ‘‹

Posted By: Tombs, Nov 7, 19:23:13

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