This elephant's head serves beer. YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.Sadly the Mouse and Elephant has since closed.
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* Ghost Deer here:This idiosyncratic ale combines the 3 things that we are most passionate about: craft beer, art and taxidermy.
It would certainly add to the gaiety of nations if this tradition were to take off in New Zealand, but I shudder to think which parts of the animal would be required to serve Lion Red Draught.
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The unkindest cut of all is the Mouse & Elephant’s demise. I’d like to fondle that tusk just one more time.
Furry fury!
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That mother is smart. A little beer will calm that girl right down. No harm done!
looks like a good way to find yourself haunted by the ghosts of a deer and an elephant.
I suspect the ghost of the elephants that got turned into umbrella stands even feel fortunate to have escaped this fate.
Where does the Mouse come in, though?
...didja see the Mythbusters episode where they checked out the fable of the Mouse and The Elephant?
VS is going to incur Dennis' wrath. Again.
I can take him...even with this glass of vodka in my hand*!
*OK, I am not drinking vodka. Too early. Even for moi.
You mean you are drinking PLAIN ORANGE JUICE?
Awful.
*OK, I am not drinking vodka. Too early. Even for moi.
That reminds me, a friend of mine in the hotel bidness was off to Barbados recently, and brought back a bottle of genuine Barbados hot sauce.
Bloody Mary time!
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Coffee and Red Bull...I mean, not together.
Bloody Marys--YUM~!
vodka and Red Bull.
with tequila back.
Breakfast of Champions.
I don't have the looxury of shambling in the mornings. Baby Bop is teething and mornings are pretty rough around here.
I keep getting w/v's with a "sub" in them. It is the strangest thing. "Subbly." Thats a happy-sounding nonsense word!
If it were up to Ken Russell to design pub toilets, he'd have us all pissing off a stage into an audience of huge glass beer mugs.
I think that's the sideshow at Lalapalooza.
How old am I?
Old.
I don't have the looxury of shambling in the mornings.
Who does? Sometimes you have to make time.
I am doing a code review today, so it's a prerequisite; the only way I will be able to avoid shooting people from my windows is by drinking heavily.
Old.
LOL.
OK, I am not drinking vodka. Too early. Even for moi.
everyone knows it is gin before noon.
Gin before noon
is a little too soon.
Heed the sailor's warning
about spirits in the morning.
They say: you could be out of sorts
with the seaman in your ports.
That mother is smart. A little beer will calm that girl right down.
That is the friendly barmaid showing the Doktorling how to pull a pint (this was in 2000; she's bigger now).
So she'll need more then.
Wow, w/v, presumptuous much? "Slamme." *clutches invisible pearls*
I thought you were referring to the infamous St. Ansgar white deer. I shan't be back.
wv: clumbus
Thundra?? Isn't that where you live?
with the seaman in your ports.
you misspelled pants.
You haven't lived until you've milked yourself a pint of New Glarus Spotted Cow.
Okay, liquids are taken care of. It has not yet been explained how the snacks are dispensed.
Okay, liquids are taken care of. It has not yet been explained how the snacks are dispensed.
The other side of that wall with the deer head.
You'll never take Ghost Deer Alive, coppers!
Okay, liquids are taken care of. It has not yet been explained how the snacks are dispensed.
Beer nuts. Do not want.
how the snacks are dispensed.
Obligatory.
AK, ever hunter that ever missed a shot will tell you his buck was even bigger than that. Just as everyone killed in a drone strike is a terrorist, every deer NOT killed was freakin GIGANTIC with forty point antlers that extended to another area code, fer crissakes!!
And could we please mount a civit cat so we can get some coffee around here. Christ...
"They are drinking Victory Punch, compounded of paregoric, Spanish Fly, heavy black rum, Napoleon brandy and canned heat. The punch is served from a great, hollow, gold baboon, crouched in snarling terror, snapping at a spear in his side. You twist the baboon's balls and punch runs out his cock. From time to time, hot hors d'oeuvres pop out the baboon's ass with a loud farting noise. When this happens the Huntsmen roar with bestial laughter, and the fags shriek and twitch."
William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch pp. 113-114
This idiosyncratic ale combines the 3 things that we are most passionate about: craft beer, art and taxidermy.
Didn't know the passion was so common.
I shudder to think which parts of the animal would be required to serve Lion Red Draught.
I'll have the oosik lambic, please!
WV: boymater... damn captcha is uncanny.
Beer nuts.
The difference between beer nuts and deer nuts... beer nuts are under a dollar, but deer nuts are under a buck.
Did someone say Oosik?
My cocktail muddler, let me show you it.
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