I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Jul. 14th, 2011 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
You know the tea in that hamper? Mum brewed some this morning, and it smelled completely foul. I mean to say. FOUL. Like the worst sort of medicine you can imagine. If you burned it first. With a rotten fish.
I figure rich people just can't think what to spend their galleons on sometimes.
I figure rich people just can't think what to spend their galleons on sometimes.