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DAMNIT!!!
Wekeep changing the subjects to oh so better, and hen somebody comes along and turns it bck into the OP subject.
FYI if I put effort into changig a subject, that usually means that its not worth talking about!
Wekeep changing the subjects to oh so better, and hen somebody comes along and turns it bck into the OP subject.
FYI if I put effort into changig a subject, that usually means that its not worth talking about!
Hell, it's not even the Original Subject, it is back to the whinefest of the butthurt people. Fun though, how a high postcount does little but work against ya in the end.
Back to the subject at hand:
What the hell kind of alcohol are you drinking? Exploding? Pretty lights? My beer or whisky ain't capable of making me hallucinate, so please share brandnames, Dorf.
Back to the subject at hand:
What the hell kind of alcohol are you drinking? Exploding? Pretty lights? My beer or whisky ain't capable of making me hallucinate, so please share brandnames, Dorf.
Heh, one word- Absynth.
Which is not illegal. It is only illegal to be MADE in the US you can have it shipped to your house from ovrseas.
Which is not illegal. It is only illegal to be MADE in the US you can have it shipped to your house from ovrseas.
Ah, Absinth. Never cottoned to the stuff. Spent a while in Holland with a friend of mine, and I mostly just got blasted on testing out every single beer tower I could locate. Got a challenge once, though. Imagine a horseshoe shaped bar. Only, it is big enough to accomodate around 50 people at a time. There was around ten bartenders working behind it. And there was a Beer Tower about every two feet of Bar.
... I got about a third of the way before I was completely pissed. Another third, and I can't remember anything else. When I got back the day after, to check if I left my wallet there, and possibly the insides of my head, I was hailed with a cheer from the staff. With wide eyes, I tried to recall what could be the source of this quite fitting adoring worship, but as far as I knew I had not saved the world in any shape, way or form that day. A waitress went behind the bar, and waved my wallet in the air, prompting myself to shuffle carefully towards the bar. She poured a pint, and set it next to the wallet. "No charge." "Oh..." I said. After a quick repair, which consisted of my draining that beer back to back in less than ten seconds, I came to enough of my senses to ask "Why?".
"You don't remember, do you?" "... no." "Go check the wall of fame. Right side".
Wall of fame? What the hell? Did I ruin it, and they are just softing me up for the kill? Oh God! I vomited on it... I did, didn't I? No... if I did, I wouldn't have felt half as decimated as I am.
Went over, and checked this Wall of Fame. And I saw myself staring back. A big, Shiteating grin, a male and female bartender under my respective arms, and both were grinning. Recovering from the shock by concentrating on putting one foot ahead of the other, I managed to get in a more or less straight line, back to the bar and raised a finger. New beer.
"So... what is the purpose of that wall?" "Why, you are one of eighteen people who have managed to get through every single beertap in one evening! I'm impressed. You even managed to walk out of here yourself, which makes it one out of three. "
...
"I made it all the way through?"
I later found in my wallet a treasure. Something I will never lose, and is now on the wall next to me. A copy of that picture, with the words behind: "To one of the best drinkers Amsterdam has ever seen!"
... I gotta stop posting when I drink coffee. I get quite chatty, don't I?
... I got about a third of the way before I was completely pissed. Another third, and I can't remember anything else. When I got back the day after, to check if I left my wallet there, and possibly the insides of my head, I was hailed with a cheer from the staff. With wide eyes, I tried to recall what could be the source of this quite fitting adoring worship, but as far as I knew I had not saved the world in any shape, way or form that day. A waitress went behind the bar, and waved my wallet in the air, prompting myself to shuffle carefully towards the bar. She poured a pint, and set it next to the wallet. "No charge." "Oh..." I said. After a quick repair, which consisted of my draining that beer back to back in less than ten seconds, I came to enough of my senses to ask "Why?".
"You don't remember, do you?" "... no." "Go check the wall of fame. Right side".
Wall of fame? What the hell? Did I ruin it, and they are just softing me up for the kill? Oh God! I vomited on it... I did, didn't I? No... if I did, I wouldn't have felt half as decimated as I am.
Went over, and checked this Wall of Fame. And I saw myself staring back. A big, Shiteating grin, a male and female bartender under my respective arms, and both were grinning. Recovering from the shock by concentrating on putting one foot ahead of the other, I managed to get in a more or less straight line, back to the bar and raised a finger. New beer.
"So... what is the purpose of that wall?" "Why, you are one of eighteen people who have managed to get through every single beertap in one evening! I'm impressed. You even managed to walk out of here yourself, which makes it one out of three. "
...
"I made it all the way through?"
I later found in my wallet a treasure. Something I will never lose, and is now on the wall next to me. A copy of that picture, with the words behind: "To one of the best drinkers Amsterdam has ever seen!"
... I gotta stop posting when I drink coffee. I get quite chatty, don't I?
NICE!! Never been out of the US myself, but if I do, I am headed to Germany for some heavy drinking of good tasting beer!
I unfortunatly have no interesting stories, best I did was got drunk and had fun with 2 lesbians... but I'm not going to go there.
I unfortunatly have no interesting stories, best I did was got drunk and had fun with 2 lesbians... but I'm not going to go there.
Never even been to the US. Hear mostly shitty things about your beer, so I'm not heading there in a hurry. Been to Canada though. That was kinda fun. Trekked for a week through mountains there. Awesome nature up there, and the climate reminded me of home.
Hmmm... if you want to try a good beer, try the Alaskan (the brand) Amber (the style). I have found it quite satisfying.
Guessing from your name...
Add your location (Frozen North)
I am guessing your in Russia somewheres
Guessing from your name...
Add your location (Frozen North)
I am guessing your in Russia somewheres
Nostrovje...
No, I'm from Norway. Northernmost tip of it, even. Where there are still a few wolves, the Midnight Sun shines upon us in the summer, and the Winter is dark as night for months at a time. Where the snow turns our fareable roads into something no southerner could navigate, and the darkness turns even the most cheerful southerner into a depressed loner.
Where only northerners dare tread...
No, I'm from Norway. Northernmost tip of it, even. Where there are still a few wolves, the Midnight Sun shines upon us in the summer, and the Winter is dark as night for months at a time. Where the snow turns our fareable roads into something no southerner could navigate, and the darkness turns even the most cheerful southerner into a depressed loner.
Where only northerners dare tread...
Hmm... sounds like wyoming :P
Sounds like Northrend. =)
Just got to say, i never found a problem with AurelissSir ever before. Some posts from him are really helpful..and make for interesting reading.
Edited, Sep 21st 2007 11:39pm by Hatoa
Just got to say, i never found a problem with AurelissSir ever before. Some posts from him are really helpful..and make for interesting reading.
Edited, Sep 21st 2007 11:39pm by Hatoa
haven't read the last 10 replies or so, but the "sweetpea" was her tallstrider, not you. sorry stud.
Oh for...
Can people stop rerailing this thread? We have gone through three different subjects here, all approximately... well... infinitely better than both the Original Subject, and the ensuing whines.
New topic:
So, Robert Jordan died.
The one called The Dragon is no longer among us. Personally, I am bloody devastated, especially when I heard that he spent the last weeks before his death telling rest of the Wheel of Time story to Harriet (the True Keeper of Chronicles) so the series could be finished after he could finally rest. That kind of dedication to his fans, and the world he created... I don't think I could find it within me to do that. Him, and his wife, caring so much about both us fans, and the story.
It brings a tear to my eye.
Can people stop rerailing this thread? We have gone through three different subjects here, all approximately... well... infinitely better than both the Original Subject, and the ensuing whines.
New topic:
So, Robert Jordan died.
The one called The Dragon is no longer among us. Personally, I am bloody devastated, especially when I heard that he spent the last weeks before his death telling rest of the Wheel of Time story to Harriet (the True Keeper of Chronicles) so the series could be finished after he could finally rest. That kind of dedication to his fans, and the world he created... I don't think I could find it within me to do that. Him, and his wife, caring so much about both us fans, and the story.
It brings a tear to my eye.
North, I hadn't even heard that until I read your post. I...I'm speechless. He wasn't even 60 years old and...The Wheel of Time...
Well, he had a disease that he knew would kill him. His death was to be expected, but I honestly didn't think it would be this soon. It caught me completely by surprise. But the last book will be finished, unless the rumors are completely false.
He took the genre Tolkien created, and turned it into something Tolkien could only ever dream of. He made a living, vibrant world, so detailed and full of culture and dreams. He made characters I could believe in. People I could love, and hate, and all the shades of grey in between. He made a world I often daydreamed myself into for hours at a time.
And now he is dead.
Mourn. Mourn, for the one True Dragon in this world, has finally fallen.
Only the world he created remains. I am going to spend some time now, rereading every word he wrote about that world, and I will have my heart filled with joy, sadness, laughter and wrath... and mourning, for those who left behind. Him? I will rejoice... for now, the Dragon has fallen, and will fly eternal.
He took the genre Tolkien created, and turned it into something Tolkien could only ever dream of. He made a living, vibrant world, so detailed and full of culture and dreams. He made characters I could believe in. People I could love, and hate, and all the shades of grey in between. He made a world I often daydreamed myself into for hours at a time.
And now he is dead.
Mourn. Mourn, for the one True Dragon in this world, has finally fallen.
Only the world he created remains. I am going to spend some time now, rereading every word he wrote about that world, and I will have my heart filled with joy, sadness, laughter and wrath... and mourning, for those who left behind. Him? I will rejoice... for now, the Dragon has fallen, and will fly eternal.
Coming clean in this post - I didn't read all of the exchange between North and Caldone before making that last post. After having read them (and still being incredibly bummed about Robert Jordan), I have two things to say, both directed at North.
I live in North Dakota in the United States, so I understand about your weather. Not the 24 hours of light or darkness, but the ridiculous cold. I don't know why I still live here.
And American beer is goddamn disgusting. All of the popular beer, at least. Bud light? Miller light? Come on. I had a discussion about American beer and its status in the world with my wife once. She had spent a year in Germany and was fortunate enough to get to drink a good bit of German beer. I asked her if the beer situation in Germany is the same as it is here: namely, you can go to a bar and get assy domestic beer for cheap, or you can get a good imported beer for more money. I thought maybe Germans got their German beer for cheap and, if they were pretentious enough, ordered expensive Budweisers and acted snotty. She told me this isn't the case. She also told me she was at some sort of German festival/holiday where beer was cheaper than water.
I think I want to move to Germany.
I live in North Dakota in the United States, so I understand about your weather. Not the 24 hours of light or darkness, but the ridiculous cold. I don't know why I still live here.
And American beer is goddamn disgusting. All of the popular beer, at least. Bud light? Miller light? Come on. I had a discussion about American beer and its status in the world with my wife once. She had spent a year in Germany and was fortunate enough to get to drink a good bit of German beer. I asked her if the beer situation in Germany is the same as it is here: namely, you can go to a bar and get assy domestic beer for cheap, or you can get a good imported beer for more money. I thought maybe Germans got their German beer for cheap and, if they were pretentious enough, ordered expensive Budweisers and acted snotty. She told me this isn't the case. She also told me she was at some sort of German festival/holiday where beer was cheaper than water.
I think I want to move to Germany.
Yeah, I prefer German beer as well, just the best American beer I have had is Alaskan Amber.
I now live in Washinton though and wish I was back in wyoming....
I now live in Washinton though and wish I was back in wyoming....
You guys derailed my derail.
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I'm so proud of you guys!
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I'm so proud of you guys!
We learned form the best :D
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