Let's face it, Christian, not every man can appreciate the experience of a perfectly aged single malt. Smoky scent, sweet and salty taste.
Where do you get the balls to come on to me?
It's inevitable, you and I. The same refined taste, in Scotch and in women. Don't you believe in fate?
Only in Greek tragedy.
I believe in critical mass. Tipping points, tiny straws that can break camel's backs. You've been trying to show me who's boss for some time, haven't you? Well, now's your chance.
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