There is a country quite near here where men wear skirts and many a Glen is to be found beneath a Ben, where tossing the caber is a national pass time and the men "kiss" each other, especially on saturday nights.- but they seem to breed ok.
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There is a country quite near here where men wear skirts and many a Glen is to be found beneath a Ben, where tossing the caber is a national pass time and the men "kiss" each other, especially on saturday nights.- but they seem to breed ok.
Gents,
I'm of the mind for a fine bottle of Scotch. What would you recommend I purchase were I to stop by my local vendor and pick up a bottle?
Glenlivet.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Comedian
No ice.
Make mine a double; I've just spent the morning preparing "shared lunches" for the last day of school.
Chicken or ham tortillas with salad or savoury scones - take your pick.
Good fixins, I'm going to school with the kids:idea:Quote:
Originally Posted by The Atheist
Ditto on the Glenlivet
I was thinking of Balvenie Doublewood. Have any of you tried this variety?
Here's what it looks like:
http://www.juddspicer.com/resources/...doublewood.jpg
Established 18 ninety bloody two!
Damned Johnny-come-latelies.
gbrekken,Quote:
Originally Posted by gbrekken
That is funny! I would like to use that if you don't mind.
Whew...I'm back gentlemen!Quote:
Originally Posted by The Comedian
That was a long and arduous hunt! It is nice to see we are back to discssing the nectar of the gods. Of course, you know my preference; "gobble - juice" anytime! I must admit that "Balvenie" looks good.
Have any of you boys had a dram of Drambuie?
When I was a much younger lad, I recall my grandmother keeping a bottle of this stuff next to her bed and a case in the kitchen. She would mix a dram in her oatmeal.
What are your thoughts on Drambuie?
Gilliatt
a buddy of mine once lost his moustache under a flaming Drambuie.
Ah hah...that expalins my Grandmothers collection of Avant-garde wigs.Quote:
Originally Posted by gbrekken
Good in beer.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
I'd be suspicious of anything with the description of "flaming" in it:lol:
Half of the men I've fallen in love with were described that way; it always endend badly:bawling:
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Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
:lol: The dangers of Porridge a-la-FlambeŽ.
Faming idiots?Quote:
Originally Posted by soundofmusic
:D
Mad Friday! The last Friday before Christmas, when all the local workers have their Christmas "do". All the pubs and restaurants of our little town are full of chrismas parties. The celebrants spill over onto the street and mingle with the local youth. A general pub crawl ensues. There is fighting, dancing, singing, fancy dress, snogging, throwing up and passing out. The girls from the Co-op hurl insults at the hairdressers from the high street, egged on by the lads from the tyre fitters. In recent years the Police have taken notice and increased their presence to three officers, they stroll along the street chatting up tinsel trimmed girls and warning teenage lads to "just cool it". At around midnight we older celebrants head for our warm beds, the younger end order taxis and head off to the fleshpots of Halifax.
Next week the banner headlines of the local paper will shout the extent of the debauchery,- a broken window, a man taken into custody, an abulance called to the scene, graffiti on the bus shelter.
Mad Friday. It seems to have started casually, but is now a tradition. Does it happen everywhere?