"What feckin' time is it?" Smut complained.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
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The bottle is then riddled, so that the lees settles in the neck of the wine bottle... Manual riddling is still done for Prestige Cuvées in Champagne... mechanised riddling equipment (a gyropalette) is used instead. (Wikipedia)
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Oh right so publishing my morning photograph is alright then.
Hmm, considering that the only real cure is a genuine, righteous taqueria, it's possible you're doomed.
Do they have those there?
Merc, if you live in the public eye, paparazzi will happen.
Hangover, eh...
Take two blood puddings and call me in the morning.
Hmm, considering that the only real cure is a genuine, righteous taqueria, it's possible you're doomed.
Ahh... menudo, or, as the Spanish-speakers of the Caribbean call it, mondongo. No real need for a taqueria, just a goodly portion of tripe, and some or other vegetable matter. Oddly enough, while Puerto Rican blood sausage- morcilla- is readily available, I have never seen Mexican morcilla in the NY metro area.
Word verification-"swoon"
What's really funny is that fucking banquet job all the way in the Pine Forest.
I'm in the grave, lying down.
He said, "what are you doing?"
I said, "resting."
"Here your resting? In the grave!?"
"I'm resting!"
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