Originally Posted by Paulclem
It may be less in mileage, but there can be no wider gulf.
It may be less in mileage, but there can be no wider gulf.
The wife has not spoken to me since Xmas day. I don't understand it, I gave her a state of the art set of teflon non stick pots and pans and the latest multi-purpose dyson hoover.
Your gifts sound truly wonderful, Jocky. I think I'd go for broke, though, and "find" a small bit of jewelry on the floor that "must have fallen out of the teflon when she opened themThe wife has not spoken to me since Xmas day. I don't understand it, I gave her a state of the art set of teflon non stick pots and pans and the latest multi-purpose dyson hoover.
The wife has not spoken to me since Xmas day.
There are many who'd count you blessed for that.
I guess we better not suggest she use Prendrelemick’s “Shake and Vac” powder with that Dyssen . huh?The wife has not spoken to me...and the latest multi-purpose dyson hoover.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8CTscW3dpI
We made it back from Spain and I might add that the inquisition went quite well. They allowed photographs. The Mozartgeist didn’t have a chance. The inquisitor’s each held a “roman candle” and at the command of the grand inquisitor, a reign of fire balls (aided with a dousing of diesel fuel) completed the auto de fe.
Before
No turning back now. (Note the fire ball coming in on the left side of the photo)
The end of Mozartgeist!
As is customary, following a burning at the stake, the next day is filled with the sound of gunfire. No feral hogs, but we managed to take down a few feral tin cans, a dozen “ten point” beer cans and a few paper targets.
I was going to warn you but I thought your fellow Yorkie would help you out, but he just let you walk right into it. I am now going back to my dram and bowl of salted legumes. There is no honour amongst Yorkshiremen. On Ilkley Moor Bar tat.
Great swerve.
My old man used to buy mum a new appliance every Xmas.The wife has not spoken to me since Xmas day. I don't understand it, I gave her a state of the art set of teflon non stick pots and pans and the latest multi-purpose dyson hoover.
He never did quite get rid of the lumps on his head.
Outstanding stuff!
I know this is obnoxiously picky, but considering the brewing process which goes into beer, this thread should technically be named Cold Lager, or otherwise be Warm Ale.
I just felt compelled to point that miniscule, unimportant detail out : )
Og ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp
I have to disagree Molpadia (although not about you being picky.) Although Ale is brewed warm, it is its condition when drunk that counts.
we're going back to temperature scales here, Parker measures his Ale by the number of swallows you can take before the pain across the forehead becomes unbareable. Any more than three is unacceptable.
I almost feel as though I've been reading Minnesota/Iowa/Wisconsin or Texas/Oklahoma jokes. I've never been to Oz in an awakened state, or sober for that matter. I am reminded of the fact that one day I will be able to afford to travel to the annual Burning Man Festival on the playa of the Black Rock desert near Gerlach,NV. I may also be tempted to go there for the next attempt at the land speed record.
heavenly blue morning glory
You make a solid point. I suppose that this thread was referring to drinking, not brewing : )
I do, however, prefer my dark brews warm.
EDIT: Speaking of which; I know that I'm a wee bit late in the game and that this has more than likely been discussed to death, but what do you lot like to drink? Which brew is your poison?
Last edited by Molpadia; 01-04-2010 at 04:23 PM.
Og ég fæ blóðnasir
En ég stend alltaf upp
Hot cocoa and a copy of Sense and Sensebility before my bed at 9 PM sharp. Failing that, Glen Morangie, Glenlivet, Glen Grant, Glen Close, Glen Campbell...... anything starting with Glen diluted bye a teaspoon of water, but never ice. Welcome to hell.
Atheist did you watch the cricket? A certain team in South Africa are not playing with a straight bat. Some might say that gouging the ball with your fingernails and tramping it into the ground with spiky shoes is a mite questionable. Not Me ! We have long experience of the English sense of fair play. Clearly the match is being played under umpire, sorry I mean empire rules. Come on you greens.
Has there been a nuclear war which killed everybody from the cold ale thread ? Or has Jocky done something terribly wrong, again ? Send your answers on a postcard, addressed to Sweeney Among The Nightingales.
Relax Jocky, I am back from a business trip. On the way home I passed by that coffee shop at the corner of Kentucky and Bourbon. The door swung open and I couldn't help but overhear some of the chattering going on in there. Would you believe they're back to talking about vacuumes again! I bet those gals would appreciate that Dyson.
Welcome Molpadia,
Other than water, I thoroughly enjoy Wild Turkey 101, Spaten Optimator, Lone Star, Guinness Stout.
How can I relax Gilliat ? When certain Texans, who shall remain nameless, are travelling the globe selling deadly Lightening fighters to an unsuspecting public. This is not being personal, but how can you trust someone who is a Spike Jones fan, knows the shake and vac advert and has shaken hands with bigfoot? Something has got to give! You are working too hard Gilly. You dont want to end up like Willy Lomond. I bet you could sell sand to the Arabs.
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