Mission Statement: to do very little, for very few, for not very long. Disappointing the easily pleased since 1819. Not as good as it used to be from Day One. History is Bunk - PT Barnum. Artificially Intelligent before it was fashionable. Fat camp for the mind! Nothing lasts, but nothing is lost. The Shock of the Old! Often bettered, never imitated.
Havana Club is the only way to make a Daiquiri. Super-cooled in an Argon accumulator, a hint of lime juice from a lemon. Glass rimmed with salt or sugar to taste, and served by a pouting, raven-haired lovely in a poverty bikini who secretly resents your wealth.
Farq, I agree except for the part about secretly resenting my wealth. While I'm certain she resents me, I'm a poor boy, so money has nothing to do with it.
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ReplyDeleteTo quote Forrset Gump; Stupid is as stupid does.
ReplyDeleteWhat happened here wasn't even at the bottom of my Hundred Things That Could Go Wrong list. Let's hope it wasn't a pre-existing condition!
ReplyDeleteOverall score was a 3.25, but that's because the Russian judge gave him a 0.
ReplyDeleteI miss the East German judges...I like to think at least some of them washed up on Ernst Thälmann Island. Does this make them fellow islanders?
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DeleteLol! Its nice having access to the arts and food of Cuba in Spain. Cuban rum truly is magnificent.
DeleteCuban rum is sublime. I'm also partial to Flor de Caña from Nicaragua.
DeleteHavana Club is the only way to make a Daiquiri. Super-cooled in an Argon accumulator, a hint of lime juice from a lemon. Glass rimmed with salt or sugar to taste, and served by a pouting, raven-haired lovely in a poverty bikini who secretly resents your wealth.
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DeleteFarq, I agree except for the part about secretly resenting my wealth. While I'm certain she resents me, I'm a poor boy, so money has nothing to do with it.
DeleteShe's just into you for the sex, Mr. Mac.
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