no that was your one neighbor with the serious drug problem who is also an aspiring stand up and he was testing one of his bits on you. Don't ask me how I even know about this, cause frankly I don't know.Didn't Confucius say that?
no that was your one neighbor with the serious drug problem who is also an aspiring stand up and he was testing one of his bits on you. Don't ask me how I even know about this, cause frankly I don't know.Didn't Confucius say that?
Must be that extremely powerful homemade telescope you've been working on.Don't ask me how I even know about this, cause frankly I don't know.
wrong type of technology. Not to give too much away. But the I've been bugging the ghost of certain famous advisors to the British monarchy. That should be enough for you to scry out my meanings here. As with most things in my life the results are interesting but not what I was looking for.Must be that extremely powerful homemade telescope you've been working on.
That pic reminds of a story. My uncle terry decided to get into raising his own beef. I bought a white cow, named it and started raising it. That cow and my uncle grew close. Come time to butcher it, he couldn’t do it. One day, when my uncle was at work, my aunt drew the meat chart on the side of the cow to persuade him to butcher it. He sold the cow.
They have HP and Worchester sauces, amongst others, so it's not quite such a wild and barren culinary scene. And there are spices and ingredients from all over the "sun never sets on the British Empire" empire.Aren't shepherd's pie and Haggas, Scottish? Gimme Creole sausages over English any day. When I was there, I just remember our host making a few boiled chicken dishes and possibly that faggot dish... I had to google it, but I remember it was hunks of pork fat. Fish and fries are good, despite Britain totally not grasping the English language, ha ha. If it weren't for them, we probably would have starved. And, I was told in advance to bring our own sauces, as the food would be similar to hospital food. My buddy brought a small thing of Tabasco, and I just relied on stuff I could find to make it palatable. I'm sorry, but I am very picky about my foods.
I have since acquired a taste for Dunhills, as I have slowly come to appreciate a billiard. I think of it as being similar to developing a taste for different types of salt. mmmmm.... But, I still haven't grasped the missionary position as a mainstay. I like them to buck back a bit to keep it interesting. I would make a lousy Englishman.
I’d love to see a Cajun factory made pipe. But, I bet it wouldn’t take off. It would be a sexy pipe, but so many would report back that it caused tongue bite.They have HP and Worchester sauces, amongst others, so it's not quite such a wild and barren culinary scene. And there are spices and ingredients from all over the "sun never sets on the British Empire" empire.
Of course, the steak and kidney pipe I bought off a street vendor in London damned near killed me. Good thing I was 19 at the time, with the constitution of a bull, or it might very well have done just that.
I love etouffee and andouille sausage, along with a mess of greens as much as anyone, but there are times when it's going to be the flavors of bangers and mash.
And there padded upholstered chairs are always dirty/stained. I used to go for their soup and salad, not anymore.If in conversations about Italian foods, someone brings up the Olive Garden, then I have to laugh, as it is the worst food you could serve me.
If this is the Sophia Loren you want in the back seat...you better build a time machine first.A Bugatti no less? I'd settle for a Fiat 500 as long as Sophia was in the back.
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Before my time.... Regardless, Sig changed the game, and then Glock did as well.I dunno. The government issue German Luger was renown for jamming ... or so I heard.
Ah yes, Sophia.... Not to rain on the parade, but I think the crazy/hot matrix must be taken into account in any serious discussion on the subject, and it seems that Italy tends towards the dangerous side of this curve. I suggest there are other options with the same performance specs but much easier to maintain and more user friendly.A Bugatti no less? I'd settle for a Fiat 500 as long as Sophia was in the back.
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It came to my attention that some may not be familiar with the Crazy/Hot Matrix. For those whom this applies, behold...Ah yes, Sophia.... Not to rain on the parade, but I think the crazy/hot matrix must be taken into account in any serious discussion on the subject, and it seems that Italy tends towards the dangerous side of this curve.
Made a slight edit, I think the Brits/English actually define classic in many ways. I love the clothes too. Insanely, INSANELY expensive, but there's an old world charm to them that's hard to beat.Hey come on, nobody makes more classic looking high-end stuff than British
Yes Sir,Absolutely true,Made a slight edit, I think the Brits/English actually define classic in many ways. I love the clothes too. Insanely, INSANELY expensive, but there's an old world charm to them that's hard to beat.
What is it About Italians?