“Jon hung a quiver from his belt and pulled an arrow. The shaft was black, the fletching grey. As he notched it… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
For watching sports, I tend to drink Guinness; early evenings always begin well with a Grey Goose and tonic with plenty of… — Martin Bashir Copy Share Image
Well, along come a grey goose. Well, he throwed it to his shoulder, An' he ram his hammer' way back. Well, he… — Lead Belly Copy Share Image
For watching sports, I tend to drink Guinness; early evenings always begin well with a Grey Goose and tonic with plenty of… — Martin Bashir Copy Share Image
She had Hennessy hips and Belve' eyes. Grey Goose on her lips and cognac thighs. — Flo Rida Copy Share Image
