"...or maybe it was pickled chicken fetuses...you could hardly understand her unless she put her dentures in...."
Oh my god, that is so gross! Although I guess that's really just pickled eggs. But still. Blech!
"...or maybe it was pickled chicken fetuses...you could hardly understand her unless she put her dentures in...."
Oh my god, that is so gross! Although I guess that's really just pickled eggs. But still. Blech!
A possibility. But I'll still stick to more conventional faire either way.
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lol becca, your quote.
i know that cyclist too hahahah so funny.
For whoso comes amongst many shall one day find that no one man is by so far the mightiest of all.
"George never did wake up. And, even all that talking didn't make death any easier...at least not for us. Maybe, in the end, all you can really hope for is that your last thought is a nice one...even if it's just about the taste of a nice cold beer."
"If you find the right balance between desperation and fear you can make people believe anything"
"Is enlightenment even possible? Or, did I drive by it like a missed exit?"
It's simpler than you think.
I could be completely wrong"
"nope, pickled eggs would be pickled gametes
pickled fetuses are only available later in the process."
Can you recommend a beer to wash that down with? LOL!
why yes...
my favorite: Tasgall Ale, a scottish style wee heavy. 2nd from the bottom on this page
http://www.highlandbrewing.com/beerstyles.htm#
"George never did wake up. And, even all that talking didn't make death any easier...at least not for us. Maybe, in the end, all you can really hope for is that your last thought is a nice one...even if it's just about the taste of a nice cold beer."
"If you find the right balance between desperation and fear you can make people believe anything"
"Is enlightenment even possible? Or, did I drive by it like a missed exit?"
It's simpler than you think.
I could be completely wrong"
Oso, with an alcohol content of 8%, I can see why they call it "cauldron of the gods." A couple of those and I'd be swimming in the cauldron!
yea, is potent.
sadly, is gone
they won't brew anymore for a while.
they are, however, getting ready to release an Imperial version of their old standby Black Mocha Porter...basically, it will have more ABV than the reguler.
"George never did wake up. And, even all that talking didn't make death any easier...at least not for us. Maybe, in the end, all you can really hope for is that your last thought is a nice one...even if it's just about the taste of a nice cold beer."
"If you find the right balance between desperation and fear you can make people believe anything"
"Is enlightenment even possible? Or, did I drive by it like a missed exit?"
It's simpler than you think.
I could be completely wrong"
took you long enough to find that
"George never did wake up. And, even all that talking didn't make death any easier...at least not for us. Maybe, in the end, all you can really hope for is that your last thought is a nice one...even if it's just about the taste of a nice cold beer."
"If you find the right balance between desperation and fear you can make people believe anything"
"Is enlightenment even possible? Or, did I drive by it like a missed exit?"
It's simpler than you think.
I could be completely wrong"
actually, she never wore glasses...
"George never did wake up. And, even all that talking didn't make death any easier...at least not for us. Maybe, in the end, all you can really hope for is that your last thought is a nice one...even if it's just about the taste of a nice cold beer."
"If you find the right balance between desperation and fear you can make people believe anything"
"Is enlightenment even possible? Or, did I drive by it like a missed exit?"
It's simpler than you think.
I could be completely wrong"