MarAzul
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Glenfiddich
Ah, the Scott's do know what the Glen is is about. I survived a huge Kidney stone with aid of the blessings of the Glen, until a machine arrived in town to blast the stone into sand pebbles.
Now it takes some serious assistance to tolerate the pain a stone can bring, not much worse a man find. But when the stone was gone, it was time for the Glenfiddich to go with it.
I will confess, I was into the second bottle of the Glenfiddich by the time the first load of sand was pissed out. Ha! my boss called right about that time to remind me I had this thing in New York
the next day... I told him to GF himself and asked the wife to go get a backup supply.
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