Beer

But u get firm hooters again. Surely thats a good thing.
beer is good.

<b>My CPU is so powerful its faster than Melb_Angel's Laptop!</b> <i>(Plus it's not pink)</i>

Mmmmm.....Stella

...*dribbles*...

Shame about the sh!tty hangover you get sometimes though!

<font color=orange><b> I guess THG is a drug in it's own way, and potentially harmfull! </b></font color=orange>

beer....

lose the wife. can drink more beer

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I've said it before and I'll say it again.

I'd rather have a full bottle in front of me than a full frontal lobotomy.

My CPU runs so hot it creates a quark-gluon plasma

He'll never know the joy of gagging up eight pints of Guinness and a goat curry.

My CPU runs so hot it creates a quark-gluon plasma

Now that's a night out.

<font color=blue>"When you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get." - Homer Simpson.</font color=blue>

Never done that. Come bloody close mind.

<font color=blue>"When you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get." - Homer Simpson.</font color=blue>

Ooh, that's nasty. I can imagine how foul that smelled too. No wonder you chucked.

Several years ago, after one particularly heavy night on the sauce with several lads, we partook the traditional curry. I was quite sloshed, but one of the lads went quite green within 5 minutes of being in the curry house. He went outside to get a breath of fresh air, wobbled over the road and sat on a circular, concrete litter bin.

Several pints of lager had affected his ability to balance, and, 1 hour later when we came out, it transpired he'd leaned back, slipped, and got his arse wedged in the bin. With his legs semi pinned, he couldn't lever himself out, and sat there, hoping we'd spot him (no chance, all too pissed to focus). After about half an hour, he threw up, partially in the air, but mostly over himself. Of course, after smelling it, he did it again. And again.

He was in a right state. Needless to say, no one missed any opportunity to remind him of it around camp.

<font color=blue>"When you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get." - Homer Simpson.</font color=blue>

Oh, that's disgusting. I wouldn't let him live it down, either.

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I just wish I'd had a camera. It would have been a classic shot.

<font color=blue>"When you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get." - Homer Simpson.</font color=blue>

One good thing about army life, you get some damn fine stories to tell out of it.

<font color=blue>"When you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get." - Homer Simpson.</font color=blue>

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.

Kathy said, "My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket an the front seat of the pickup when we hit a bump in the road and the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess."
"And what's the moral of the story?" asked the teacher.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket!"

"Very good," said the teacher. "Now, Lucy?"

"Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks. And the moral to this story is, don't count your chickens before they're hatched."

"That's a fine story Lucy," she continued. "Johnny, do you have a story to share?"

"Yes ma'am, my daddy told me this story about my Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob was a Green Beret in Vietnam and his helicopter got hit. He had to crash land in enemy territory and all he had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a machete. He drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then he landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. He killed seventy with the machine gun until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with with the machete till the blade broke and then kill the last ten with his bare hands."

"Good heavens," said the teacher, "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you
from that horrible story?"

"Don't fVck with Uncle Bob when he's been drinking."


<font color=purple><b><i>The Principle's of the Lust are easy to understand. Do what feel, feel until the end</b></i></font color=purple>

TOO ALL:

beer dulls the senses and awareness

end of story

wake up

<font color=red>give me love and affection, oh ho, sent it in my direction, oh ho! I want to make you love me oh ho yes i do ... </font color=red>

...*spits beer out in amazement*...

You're having a laugh aren't you?

Beer's great, almost as good for you as salad, if not better!

<font color=blue>"When you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get." - Homer Simpson.</font color=blue>

Hmmmmmmm... beer (strang aint it? such a reaction from me), anything beside Oranjeboom please.

I love my Delta 60HP 7000 RPM fan that puts out more dB then CFM

Well every Johnny I have met in life has been a $hit disturber.

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Oranjeboom? What's that, may I ask?

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Oh, that makes sense. Plenty for svol to get drunk on, I'm sure.

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Svol could get drunk on a beery fart.

My CPU runs so hot it creates a quark-gluon plasma

Just my way of saying good morning.

My CPU runs so hot it creates a quark-gluon plasma

That's what God gave us hands for.

My CPU runs so hot it creates a quark-gluon plasma

And Kleenex.

<font color=blue>"When you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get." - Homer Simpson.</font color=blue>

I don't understand this word 'clean'.

...*picks arse with finger, then scrapes out bloody booger from left nostril and sucks it lovingly*.....

My CPU runs so hot it creates a quark-gluon plasma

....OMG that means I've cleaned myself?....

....*ashamed*....

My CPU runs so hot it creates a quark-gluon plasma