3 minutes ago, DrPhilly said:

bastu

on it.

as soon as I find these birds.

(i never get tired of that hat girl)

12 minutes ago, Arthur Jackson said:

on it.

as soon as I find these birds.

(i never get tired of that hat girl)

Last I saw them they were downstairs. That was a week ago.

There are two types of people in the world... those who divide people into two separate groups and those who do not.

I'm of the latter category.

2 hours ago, Arthur Jackson said:

There are two types of people in the world... those who divide people into two separate groups and those who do not.

I'm of the latter category.

It sure must be tough being you.

1 minute ago, DrPhilly said:

It sure must be tough being you.

You have no idea.

I can't even get any love in TATE.

4 hours ago, Arthur Jackson said:

There are two types of people in the world... those who divide people into two separate groups and those who do not.

I'm of the latter category.

I'm the former.

We despise you elitist latters. More like latte-toast.

19 minutes ago, Mike030270 said:

you should def post this here ... Dogs Are Still Better Than Cats - Page 45 - What's Up - The Eagles Message Board

10 hours ago, Arthur Jackson said:

You have a bottle?

4 hours ago, DrPhilly said:

You have a bottle?

no i wish

27 minutes ago, Arthur Jackson said:

no i wish

I flew on Iceland Air my last time over and bought a bottle of Icelandic vodka for a buddy in the connection. I'm going to check in with him and see how he likes it.

Checking the Swedish state store I see I can order this Brennivin for about $35. I don't drink spirits all that much except for a g&t now and again in the summer but your post makes me want to give this one a shot.

8 minutes ago, DrPhilly said:

I flew on Iceland Air my last time over and bought a bottle of Icelandic vodka for a buddy in the connection. I'm going to check in with him and see how he likes it.

Checking the Swedish state store I see I can order this Brennivin for about $35. I don't drink spirits all that much except for a g&t now and again in the summer but your post makes me want to give this one a shot.

I've heard it's great. Unique. A little "schnappy".

Always wanted to try it.

In a hot spring.

With an Icelandic girl.

Or two.

2 minutes ago, Arthur Jackson said:

I've heard it's great. Unique. A little "schnappy".

Always wanted to try it.

In a hot spring.

With an Icelandic girl.

Or two.

I'm going to get some. We usually drink the Danish aquavit but why not some Icelandic.

1 minute ago, DrPhilly said:

I'm going to get some. We usually drink the Danish aquavit but why not some Icelandic.

Waiting for report...

1 minute ago, Arthur Jackson said:

Waiting for report...

I just ordered it. Says it might be up to one calendar week so your report is probably later this month once we get a nice warm evening.

2 minutes ago, DrPhilly said:

... once we get a nice warm evening.

So... the next interglacial maximum? Say, 100,000 years?

12 minutes ago, Arthur Jackson said:

So... the next interglacial maximum? Say, 100,000 years?

that would cover it

http://opentranscripts.org/transcript/survive-21st-century/

Those who fail in the struggle against irrelevance would constitute a new useless class. People who are useless, not from the viewpoint of their friends and family of course, but useless from the viewpoint of the economic and political system. And this useless class will be separated by an ever-growing gap from the ever more powerful elite. 

5 hours ago, DrPhilly said:

We usually drink the Danish aquavit

3 hours ago, Talkingbirds said:

What a fantastic evening that would be.

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang ‘s my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’ need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An’ cut ye up wi’ ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll make it whissle;
An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.

Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!

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34 minutes ago, mr_hunt said:

You've chosen to ignore content by Arthur Jackson.

No appreciation for good poetry

Your loss