Now I've got so many handles of Johnny Walker Black, I don't know what the fuck to do with it all

good ol Other Tony

ah, the tony tony offering

(He's a fucking sweetheart I'VE TALKED about him and his scotch-giving before) but whenever we've helped him shovel he just flags me down like

"Don't worry, I'll remember your Johnny Walker."

And I'm just like YOU DON'T ... HAVE TO DO THAT we just helped shovel, you help us shovel too, WE'RE DOING an exchange of shoveling

love_letters Other Tony is seriously the nicest guy. He looks like he could break you in two and he walks his one giant Bulldog and his little tiny bulldog every day

Terry and I were joking when we first moved in like. "Both Tony and his dogs are built like Dorritos."

adorable tbh...

AND I SERIOUSLY appreciate it, he doesn't have to do that, but also

I am 5'5" and I won't say my weight, but I am not a tall guy here

I CAN'T ... finish all these handles of scotch

grips knees I am drowning in scotch

Gesomon The Tony to Tony offering that keeps on going

But him and a couple of our other neighbors definitely keep an eye on things for us. So tryin' to do the same for them when we can even if Tony is trying to murder my ass with Johnny Walker

LONG WINDED WAY OF SAYING I might have some tonight for shits and giggles

because I'm a predictable bastard