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Jim Garten 
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Posted: May 27 2004 at 03:15 |
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Monkeytown Mild - the king of dark-milds!
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Jon Lord 1941 - 2012
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Dan Bobrowski
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Posted: May 21 2004 at 13:35 |
Sierra Nevada 
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Peter
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Posted: May 21 2004 at 12:37 |
 Hoo-rah, Sir Dan of Bo!
Uncle John's Bathroom Reader says that your first answer is correct -- a Middle Ages insurance against poisoning.
(Wouldn't work with yer weak Yankee swill-beer -- that's poison anyway! Stick with that "brewer and patriot" Samuel Adams!
Lots of good independent/microbreweries stateside, hey Danbo? (Seattle, esp.) We have some fine ones here, too! 
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"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
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Dan Bobrowski
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Posted: May 21 2004 at 10:59 |
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I quote from Miss Manners' Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behavior, pp. 642-643.
"One story about the clinking of glasses is that the purpose is to spill each person's wine into the glass of the other, for assurance that nobody is being poisoned (or everyone is)." Yeah, sure, bottoms up, everybody! I don't think so. That doesn't sound like a happy hour to me.
"Another story is that the custom of clinking glasses originated in the Middle Ages when any alcoholic drink was thought to contain actual 'spirits,' such as the 'demon' in 'demon rum, who, when imbibed, inhabitated the host's body, causing the imbiber to do things that he would not ordinarily do. Since bells and other sounds were thought to drive spirits away ... the clinking of glasses was thought to drive the 'spirits' out of the spirits and thus make it safe to drink."
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Peter
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Posted: May 21 2004 at 09:01 |
 Answer the effing question, you boneheads! I don't know why I bother trying to edumacate you louts!
Aaaaarrrrgghh! Pop!
Uh oh! Now I've done it! There goes that vein in my capacious brain, again....
 I don't feel so good.... Nurse, quick -- a cold Kilkenny (or 6)!
Mmmmm! Thas mush better!
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"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
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Dan Bobrowski
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Posted: May 20 2004 at 15:55 |
^ "Isn't it a PEACH."
Tommy Chong.
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Peter
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Posted: May 20 2004 at 14:40 |
Actually, Jambon, I've never seen a snowdrift over 96 feet (in July), and we're metric now anyway, so take yer stinkin' Uther-king's foot and forcibly insert it where the radiance of ol' Sol doesn't penetrate!
PS: At least our cops (mostly) drive on the right side of the road, and don't insist on wearing big blue t*ts on their beans!
Bobby! Ha! Bobbing for a baby's arm holding an apple (Lenny bruce -- look it up, Knumbknuts!), is more like it!
Edited by Peter Rideout
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"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
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Jim Garten
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Posted: May 20 2004 at 07:57 |
 Peter Rideout wrote:
Unlike some, we Canadians have never tried to rule the world |
Nope, I understand you're too busy digging yourselves out of 97 feet high snowdrifts (in summer!), and avoiding the amorous attentions of strangely dressed police officers, who (apparently) "always get their man"
Well, after all that, there's no time for conquest!
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Jon Lord 1941 - 2012
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Velvetclown
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Posted: May 20 2004 at 07:27 |
Snot funny 
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Peter
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Posted: May 20 2004 at 07:24 |
danbo wrote:
Crikey Peter!!!! Avoiding snot? That's the answer? I wonder about you Canucks. Worrying about snot...... Hmmmm
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 Nappy was a Corsican, oh historically-challenged baldy!
Unlike some, we Canadians have never tried to rule the world....
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"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
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Dan Bobrowski
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Posted: May 20 2004 at 00:41 |
Crikey Peter!!!! Avoiding snot? That's the answer? I wonder about you Canucks. Worrying about snot...... Hmmmm
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Peter
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Posted: May 19 2004 at 22:16 |
 OK, gents, at long last, your answer as to the origins of (useless) buttons on coat sleeves! My source for this tasty trivia tidbit is The Best of Uncle John's Bathroom Reader, which is a great book for (you guessed it) throneroom reading:
"Researchers credit this to Napoleon Bonaparte. Apparently, while inspecting some troops, he spotted a soldier wiping his nose on his jacket sleeve. Disgusted, Napoleon ordered new jackets for his army -- this time with buttons on the sleeves, to (discourage the unseemly habit)."
There you have it -- the buttons are there to stop you putting snot all over the cuffs of your suit jacket! Ha!
Now, how did the custom of clinking glasses together after proposing a toast originate
That's a question, you knuckle-dragging neanderthals!
Edited by Peter Rideout
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"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
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Velvetclown
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Posted: May 13 2004 at 05:32 |
When you get to the menīs room, you will see a sign that says, "Gentlemen."
Pay no heed to it.
Just go right on in. 
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Jim Garten
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Posted: May 13 2004 at 04:25 |
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But Danbo, I just look so damned Goooooooooooood!!
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Jon Lord 1941 - 2012
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Dan Bobrowski
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Posted: May 12 2004 at 11:18 |
 Snake...... it does puff!!! Kind of a backwards hiss.
I used to own a few boas. Snakes, that is, not the feather scarf Garten likes to wear to the disco. 
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Peter
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Posted: May 11 2004 at 23:46 |
I'll get back to you, pals! Talk amongst yourselves. Here's a topic: "The puff adder cannot add, nor is it a puff."
Discuss, then present your findings.
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"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
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Jim Garten
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Posted: May 11 2004 at 11:06 |
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Please Peter Tell us where bl++dy sleeve buttons originate!!
Put us out of your misery!
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Jon Lord 1941 - 2012
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Dan Bobrowski
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Posted: May 11 2004 at 10:36 |
 Sure, I GIVE UP......freaking BUTTONS.
You'd think he had something better to do with his time.
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Peter
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Posted: May 11 2004 at 01:26 |
> Oh Daaaaaaan-bo! I'm waiting!
Do you give up, oh thick-of-cranium, benumbed-of-skull, and bereft-of-brains (did Adams exact a fearsome toll on the weekend?) Americanski friend?
Shall I end your mental anguish, and put you out of your misery on this one? 
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"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
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Dick Heath
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Posted: May 06 2004 at 18:32 |
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Quote:
Fornicate Under Consent of the King.
Reminds me of a dubious joke: when a major detergent manufacturer named their new soap powder:
Finest Universal Cleanser Known
punchline, to do with their advertising slogan, is on offer........................
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