We can't stop you anyway. :) Those perimeter mines around the backyard barbeque area don't seem to be working properly.
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We can't stop you anyway. :) Those perimeter mines around the backyard barbeque area don't seem to be working properly.
No worries, you're perfectly welcome.Quote:
Originally Posted by LostPrincess13
As long as you don't try to play any of that awful music someone mentioned earlier.
Well, it's been a fantastic day here - beautiful, warm autumn day. Took the kids fishing and caught a bucketload. Just right to relax by the fire now.
All will be perfect once those three fingers of Glenfiddich finds it way down my throat.
I hear Parker is thinking about a moat with pirhanas.Quote:
Originally Posted by Silas Thorne
What about those of us who don't drink?
Are you referring to Paranoid by the Black Sabbath? Never heard of it.;) Looks like you had a great day!:D I've never went fishing before. I here it's very relaxing.:) Who or what is a Glenfiddich?Quote:
Originally Posted by The Atheist
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Originally Posted by Silas Thorne
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Originally Posted by The Atheist
LOL!:lol: I suggest that you gentlemen abandon any further attempts to keep us out.:D Your efforts will only be futile.;) Women, as you all know, are VERY persistent and will do ANYTHING to get their way.;)
What are you, a cactus?Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
:D
You must drink something - water, tonic, fruit drinks... It's not essential to drink alcohol.
Scotch whisky. Old blokes' drink.Quote:
Originally Posted by LostPrincess13
You wish!Quote:
Originally Posted by LostPrincess13
Well we realise that, regretable though it is, there are some guys who don't drink but do you follow other traditional masculine pursuits such as smoking and sex? Not necessarily at the same time though.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
Well you should be OK as long as you wear a shirt but you might have a bit of trouble getting in to a men only club if you are wearing a kilt.Quote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
Would you happen to have a Sarsaparilla back there, Parker?
...and it's my opinion that the little lost princess adds some pleasant atmosphere...as long as you don't let too many of them in here!!
*bats eyelashes* :blush:
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Originally Posted by The Atheist
Yeah that shoud keep the guys from the other side of the pond happy.
Maybe we could get some cheap booze from that bootlegger chap who keeps popping up in the General Literature forum. I can't remember his name off hand but it will come to me in due course old sport.
[QUOTE=BienvenuJDC;706176]Would you happen to have a Sarsaparilla back there, Parker? QUOTE]
Carrying a handbag and drinking sarsaparilla could get you talked about.
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Originally Posted by Brian Bean
QUOTE=Virgil;705975][/QUOTE] Actually the wife is cooking. And complaining. I forgot to take the garbage out last night and she was pissed. [/QUOTE]
You will have to hide the key to the drinks cabinet in future.
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Originally Posted by Brian Bean
There's that trans-Atlantic thing again.
I once asked a sick-looking Yankee mate if he was crook, only to be met by a blank stare. (That's more trans-Pacific, though)
Any suggestions for the online presence of the Club are welcome!
:D She doesn't drink. I've got the liquor cabinent to myself. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Brian Bean
Then I'll take coffee...black...leave the grounds in...
Can I hang by Black Powder satchel (not handbag) on the hook with my rifled muzzle loader?
Here's a poem by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester:
The Imperfect Enjoyment
Naked she lay; clasped in my longing arms,
I filled with love, and she all over charms;
Both equally inspired with eager fire,
Melting through kindness in desire.
With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace,
She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to her face.
Her nimble tongue, Love's lesser lightning, played
Within my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyed
Swift orders that I should prepare to throw
The all-dissolving thunderbolt below....
I'll have to stop there, the rest is too rude perhaps for the forum. But feel free to read it, it's posted on the wall on the way to the games room:
http://www.english-gardening.com/poe..._enjoyment.htm
Just got back from the pub -- had a bacon cheeseburger, sweet potato fries, and cold ale.
Ah, no worries, NikolaiI, we can keep a supply of non-alcoholic beer, sparkling cider, soda, coffee, and tea, too. We men ought to come here for a good time, and it does not always have to involve alcohol; in fact, seeing how quickly I down a beer or wine, I may join you for some drinks, NikolaiI, to sober-up as "chasers."Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
A serious question for the other men of LitNet: why do women insist upon going to the restroom together? I have always wondered if they have confession booths or pinball machines in there, instead of stalls. :confused:
It is written somewhere in their genetic code, to travel in packs, especially to the bathroom where it is easier to gossip without fear of being overheard by males.
:lol: Good point. I had a friend in school who claimed women were are secretly lesbians. :D Perhaps that should get edited.Quote:
Originally Posted by skib
Right. :) Nope I am not a cactus. I drink water, milk, v8 mainly... but I have a question which has been nagging me. What percentage water are humans? I always thought it was mid to high 90's, but someone else was saying it was lower.Quote:
Originally Posted by TheAtheist
Well, smoking? No, that is not really a good idea. And the other, that is personal. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Brian Bean
Somewhere in the 70-80 range, I think. Lots anyway.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
And just to get back to the Club's online presence, I listed it as a dot com, but it should be:
www.TheBlokesClub.info
Parker has been busy.
That makes more sense actually. :) Don't know why I thought it was 90s.Quote:
Originally Posted by The Atheist
I came in for a nightcap...
**walks over to the hat rack and pulls a cap off, puts it on his head**
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Originally Posted by mono
I can attest to that!:D It's girl code: Never let your friend go to the bathroom alone. :D And no, no pinball machines or confession booths.;) Just large mirrors that allow you to check your make up and your outfit.:DQuote:
Originally Posted by skib
Coming right up sir!:D *looks at rifle* Do you men still consider hunting as the ultimate sport?Quote:
Originally Posted by BienvenuJDC
I am wishing for some cold-ale, but in this college town, it is mom's weekend, so the bars are flooded with 40 year old divorcees looking for one night stands.... I think I'll stay in tonight.
It got a little too smokey in here for me....*irritated eyeballs*
Can I interest you in some coffee Ms. Janine?:)
Smoking is fine, but only so long as its cigars or a (good quality) pipe - I can't stand cigarettes.
Also, I have recently succumbed to the inscrutable exhortations of my masculine soul... I have started shooting things. There is something peculiarly gratifying about stalking about one's own garden like a commando (humming a military tattoo under my breath, of course), taking pot-shots at vermin. The fact that I'm such an abysmal shot, and have yet to so much as wound anything doesn't put me off in the slightest...
Not the ultimate sport, by any means, but hunting is still a great sport. I don't like trophy hunting and confine my own killing to pests and food, which, if you can find rabbits, serves both uses.Quote:
Originally Posted by LostPrincess13
I've tried bowhunting for deer, but so far, the deer have been untroubled by it. Very hard to get close enough for a decent shot.
Oh god - I tell my wife, if she croaks on me, I'd be a confirmed bachelor; if there's a hell on earth, it's middle-aged dating.Quote:
Originally Posted by imthefoolonthehill
Sounds as though neither of us will be doing much ecological damage!Quote:
Originally Posted by Lokasenna
:D
What's the name of that town again?Quote:
Originally Posted by imthefoolonthehill
I had a similar problem when pigeons invaded the garden to eat the seed that fell from the seed containers put out for the smaller birds. I didn't want to kill them but just wing them to frighten them off, but I am such a poor shot that I actually killed two of them; I finally got a cat.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lokasenna
[QUOTE=Silas Thorne;706651]Here's a poem by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester:
I'll have to stop there, the rest is too rude perhaps for the forum. But feel free to read it, it's posted on the wall on the way to the games room: QUOTE]
A great poem, I couldn't have put it better myself, but in deference to feminine sensibilties perhaps we ought to have something more anodyne on the reverse side that we could display whenever females hove into view on the horizon. How about:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Of course, it lacks a certain 'je ne sais quoi' in comparison but we can always return to basics when the women have gone.
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Of course, it lacks a certain 'je ne sais quoi' in comparison but we can always return to basics when the women have gone.
Shooting isn't the ultimate sport. (That title goes to Rugby League, of course.) But it is a grand day out for us chaps.
Up at the crack of dawn, a nip of frost in the air, the labradors wimpering to be loosed from the Range Rover. The butler, dressed in his plus fours and deer stalker, carrying the Purdys. The smell of the beaters, the sound of the grouse cackleing amongst the heather. Ah role on the glorious Twelth.
And at the end of a perfect day's shooting we can repair to the club for a pint o newkie and a packet of pork scratchin's.Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Sport?!?!?! It's not a sport, deary... Where do ya' think that Parker got the meat for that Rabbit stew that yer eatin'? There's not a Wal-Mart in 1000 miles and 100 years from here. Oh...ya' didn't know you were eatin' cuddly little rabbits?Quote:
Originally Posted by LostPrincess13
Rabbit...the other white meat...that is before you tear that cotton hide off of them. :D
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Originally Posted by The Atheist
I thought it was in the 90's too. Look it up and according to this site it's 80%.Quote:
Originally Posted by NikolaiI
http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_perce..._body_is_water
Now we are on a biological kick, I once had a discussion with a woman about human intelligence. I remarked on the relative size of the male brain as compared to the female and she replied that it is quality not quantity that counts. What are the Blokes' views on this?
According to women, 'size doesn't matter,' or so I'm told.
Hunting is a SPORT as well as a WAY OF LIFE!! My family eats more game meat than anything!Quote:
Originally Posted by BienvenuJDC
I recently purchased a crossbow for urban pest removal. 100 lb tension. Shoots darts that you can attach a line to if you decide to go fishing.