Winter is coming. We hate being cold. HATE. The only thing mildy tolerable about this kind of weather is hot coffee and my mom's delicious home-made rusks. Unfortunately however, my mom's rusks are in Africa - approximately 13 thousand-bajillion kilometres away.
I'd actually break the ARM off a SMALL CHILD to have some of my mommy's delicious rusks right now.
probably.
just a finger then.
