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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 16, 2008 1:52:19 GMT -5
Tales of old also tell of a secret NMC stash underneath Ridleybank itself........ Is that the ancient legend about the shadow cast by the Blackmore Building on November 5th reveals the secret hiding place of the cache? I always thought that just a tale invented by RRF . Yarr, ye have it right laddy. 'Cept the tale wasn't spun by no undead types. Arrr, the tale be spun by yours truly, and though some may say it naught but a legend, you have my word it be true as the grizzled stash of Blood Born Burgundy himself, yarrrr... I built those cellars with my own two hands, and the help of Papa Burgundy, and his little dog too. The booze be stored in there is for an emergency, so don't you young whippersnappers be getting any funny ideas bout raiding the place. Or Old Crotchety Pirate Khrushchev might have to break a spine or two...
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Post by Noah on Sept 16, 2008 6:34:01 GMT -5
Is that the ancient legend about the shadow cast by the Blackmore Building on November 5th reveals the secret hiding place of the cache? I always thought that just a tale invented by RRF . Yarr, ye have it right laddy. 'Cept the tale wasn't spun by no undead types. Arrr, the tale be spun by yours truly, and though some may say it naught but a legend, you have my word it be true as the grizzled stash of Blood Born Burgundy himself, yarrrr... I built those cellars with my own two hands, and the help of Papa Burgundy, and his little dog too. The booze be stored in there is for an emergency, so don't you young whippersnappers be getting any funny ideas bout raiding the place. Or Old Crotchety Pirate Khrushchev might have to break a spine or two... And this is the result of drinking too much, people with Russian sounding names begin talking like pirates. Remember kids, don't drink and drive, or do much anything else.
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Post by albub on Sept 16, 2008 13:45:16 GMT -5
Don't drink and sleep unless you have consumed an acceptable volume of powerade first.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 16, 2008 14:42:54 GMT -5
Don't drink and sleep unless you have consumed an acceptable volume of powerade first. Or at least some sort of Juice. I woke up the other day with the worst case of dry mouth and a pounding head ache after a night of heavy swigging from the vodka cache. Found a half full bottle of Grapefruit juice and went to town. It was paradise friends.
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Post by albub on Sept 16, 2008 20:20:41 GMT -5
Juice for hangover curing perhaps... If you split your alcohol half-half with powerade you won't ever have to worry the dreaded hangover again brothers.
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Post by Noah on Sept 16, 2008 21:04:32 GMT -5
Just drink screwdrivers. Orange juice and vodka baby. I guess the drink albub proposes is, like, a socket wrench or something.
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Post by albub on Sept 16, 2008 21:11:53 GMT -5
Nothing specific. Red powerade is my favourite, and I usually mix it with vodka. Any colour and any alcohol works. It's not a real mixed drink... it's just insurance.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 16, 2008 21:49:24 GMT -5
Just drink screwdrivers. Orange juice and vodka baby. I guess the drink albub proposes is, like, a socket wrench or something. That was the first drink I ever had. I've graduated since then to embrace my Russian roots and just do the straight Vodka thing. I graduated that night I was with my German friend Klaus, and he said "You ever drink vodka straight from a bottle?" I shook my head, and he handed the bottle to me and said "First time for everything." I love that man.
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Post by Noah on Sept 17, 2008 8:30:34 GMT -5
Vodka makes me vomit. Actually, the only alcohol I enjoy is wine. I am a connoisseur of the fine wines, or the crappy wines if they're cheap enough and have funny names.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 17, 2008 15:08:09 GMT -5
Vodka makes me vomit. Actually, the only alcohol I enjoy is wine. I am a connoisseur of the fine wines, or the crappy wines if they're cheap enough and have funny names. Harden your stomach soldier. But keep that tongue a tasting. Wine is the beverage of true Gentleman. It shares the throne with scotch.
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Post by albub on Sept 18, 2008 14:06:35 GMT -5
I like a nice glass of red wine, but nothing beats a glass of truly fine scotch. Laphroaig particularly.
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Post by Noah on Sept 18, 2008 18:03:42 GMT -5
Still, the best alcohol for community events is beer. Especially in Southern America (Not South America, I mean the southern states of the U.S. of A.) Nothing goes better with Chevy truck tailgates and a day of squirrel hunting like an ice cold out-of-the-cooler beer. *Music begins to play* That's right folks, that's when men across America all think one thing. "It's Miller Time"
[Insert Surgeon General's warning here]
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Post by albub on Sept 18, 2008 21:58:35 GMT -5
Miller time? I get more drunk off of old apple juice. In terms of easy drinking taste, Miller isn't bad, though not as good as a nice Labatt's Blue.
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Post by knight16 on Sept 29, 2008 12:33:40 GMT -5
Is that the ancient legend about the shadow cast by the Blackmore Building on November 5th reveals the secret hiding place of the cache? I always thought that just a tale invented by RRF . Yarr, ye have it right laddy. 'Cept the tale wasn't spun by no undead types. Arrr, the tale be spun by yours truly, and though some may say it naught but a legend, you have my word it be true as the grizzled stash of Blood Born Burgundy himself, yarrrr... I built those cellars with my own two hands, and the help of Papa Burgundy, and his little dog too. The booze be stored in there is for an emergency, so don't you young whippersnappers be getting any funny ideas bout raiding the place. Or Old Crotchety Pirate Khrushchev might have to break a spine or two... AH... Would that be the stash of springback whisky that I found? I was feeling a little homesick and it was just sitting there calling out to me... I'm a dead man, aren't I? (not that it matters in malton.)
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 29, 2008 14:27:09 GMT -5
Yarr, ye have it right laddy. 'Cept the tale wasn't spun by no undead types. Arrr, the tale be spun by yours truly, and though some may say it naught but a legend, you have my word it be true as the grizzled stash of Blood Born Burgundy himself, yarrrr... I built those cellars with my own two hands, and the help of Papa Burgundy, and his little dog too. The booze be stored in there is for an emergency, so don't you young whippersnappers be getting any funny ideas bout raiding the place. Or Old Crotchety Pirate Khrushchev might have to break a spine or two... AH... Would that be the stash of springback whisky that I found? I was feeling a little homesick and it was just sitting there calling out to me... I'm a dead man, aren't I? (not that it matters in malton.) No sir, you found yourself DHG's old store house. We used to raid that storage once a week during the first Blackmore, whilst we were building our own. Can't do accurate construction without a bit of the old sauce. Nay, Burgundy and I stored only the finest vodkas and whiskeys, and of course, deep behind seven vaulted doors and miles of reinforced concrete, accessible only with the passcode thought up by me and the big man himself(half tattooed on his ass, half tattooed on mine), is where we keep our two finest drinks--Burgundy's own Scotch, passed down through his family since Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Grandpappy Burgundy himself, and by its side, a stash of the Mead of the All Father, Odin himself(a gift commemorating our valor in the face of absolute death, and our willingness to slay all in our path, without prejudice.) We also keep the sausage bits down there, for Baxter(God rest his soul)
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