Why you said thanks if you don't know what is 5768?
and why you ask how I know?
Shana tova!!!
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Hobo Jungle
For a second I thought I knew what Andre knew and you knew, too. But now I'm knew, knew lost. I'm a man of no knew,knew. But I knew that. I'll just continue to shuffle around the plantation with my sweat pants filled with hot pork BBQ and and wonder if I really knew, while sipping a brew.. It's the least I can do. 
Running that red block Charlie.
It is funny!!!!
The last nigh I prepared something really good:
Manhattan special soda "espresso coffee soda"
http://www.manhattanspecial.com/homepage.html
Vanilla ice cream
Vanilla rum (cruzan)
Shake well and enjoy!!!
Andre.
The last nigh I prepared something really good:
Manhattan special soda "espresso coffee soda"
http://www.manhattanspecial.com/homepage.html
Vanilla ice cream
Vanilla rum (cruzan)
Shake well and enjoy!!!
Andre.
If you drink sugared alcohol, expect a muzzle pointed and fired into your brain by the morning. As they say, it's a no brainer.
Okay, grammar boys. Take a look and see what you can do.
And there at the end of the bridge, where two great bodies of land are joined nervously by the complex arrangement of steel and rivets, the ultimate vision of an engineer’s 1926 mind, there tucked in at the behemoth’s base is an eatery, the kind of place that is suspended in air and owns no real estate except its dream to float, a place where you can imagine the owner getting up before dawn to prepare his shrimp, standing in his tiny shop in rubber boots as the world begins to form in the fog outside. And when the owner would open his door for business, the spicy seasoning of shrimp meeting dissipating fog, he would light these four-color glass-rose lamps and a carnival glow would fill the counter area, reflecting down into the dull scratched zinc. It was the kind of thing that once you saw it you never forgot as long as you lived. Sometimes peeling and throwing back the shrimp right there in his dirty narrow kitchen with its anxiously steaming caldrons was probably the best way, as he, ridiculously stocky in an unapologetically stained apron, offered in his dented attempt at English a chilled bottle of beer from his cooler on the floor even though it was technically night, the moment so quiet before the rest of the customers showed, when everything was still young and uncertain and you hadn’t taken the long grueling walk up the endless hill into the blaring realities of day.
Okay, grammar boys. Take a look and see what you can do.
And there at the end of the bridge, where two great bodies of land are joined nervously by the complex arrangement of steel and rivets, the ultimate vision of an engineer’s 1926 mind, there tucked in at the behemoth’s base is an eatery, the kind of place that is suspended in air and owns no real estate except its dream to float, a place where you can imagine the owner getting up before dawn to prepare his shrimp, standing in his tiny shop in rubber boots as the world begins to form in the fog outside. And when the owner would open his door for business, the spicy seasoning of shrimp meeting dissipating fog, he would light these four-color glass-rose lamps and a carnival glow would fill the counter area, reflecting down into the dull scratched zinc. It was the kind of thing that once you saw it you never forgot as long as you lived. Sometimes peeling and throwing back the shrimp right there in his dirty narrow kitchen with its anxiously steaming caldrons was probably the best way, as he, ridiculously stocky in an unapologetically stained apron, offered in his dented attempt at English a chilled bottle of beer from his cooler on the floor even though it was technically night, the moment so quiet before the rest of the customers showed, when everything was still young and uncertain and you hadn’t taken the long grueling walk up the endless hill into the blaring realities of day.
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That a life will be spent gaining inches,
When this distance is read in miles.
When this distance is read in miles.
LOl, Mitch!! back when I lived above Albany, N.Y. after graduating from H.S., Yukon Jack was our shooter of choice at the local Irish pub with Paddy's Irish whiskey being our second choice. I've never touched the poison again until about two months ago when a "friend" showed up with a bottle of Jack. After two shots I remembered why I've never missed it all these years!!!! You're a better man then me Bro!!!! 
What no tractor pictures?
What no tractor pictures?
Running that red block Charlie.
Not me, Jon. I can drink bourbon, scotch, vodka, or gin. I just don't like to mix. My first night in Canada last week, a case and a half of Blue between 4 of us, and then my son breaks out the Jack. Between me and him, we left about 3 shots in the bottle. I felt like hammered shit the next morning.
Funny thing about Yukon Jack. Up north in Ontario, they've never heard of it. It states on the bottle that it's a Canadian Whiskey, but it's bottled in Mass.!
Funny thing about Yukon Jack. Up north in Ontario, they've never heard of it. It states on the bottle that it's a Canadian Whiskey, but it's bottled in Mass.!
If you agree with the Progressives, it's freedom of speech. If you disagree, it's hate speech. There are no alternatives.
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