The story to fit this headline has not turned up yet. I blame fish.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
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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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If there were an "r" a the end of "badge" I could provide you with SO MUCH content.
We don't need no steenkin' badgers!
See, vs, it's all in the mind's eye.
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Damn you fish! Release this most excellent story or feel the wrath of macaroni pictures!!
Maybe even SPRAY PAINTED macaroni pictures!
I'm sorry, Mr. Clyde, if that IS your real name. You didn't answer in the form of a question. You must now remove your trousers.
What trousers?
"The trousers in the bag beside you" he whispered.
We don't need no steenkin' badgers!
We don't need no mustelids!
No rabid weasels in the zoo, man!
Keeper, leave those beasts alone.
Zookeeper, leave those beasts alone!
Pound for pound, you're just another den in the ground.
Needs work...
I am a little disappointed that Bastard did not link to a related Jack Vance story.
Excuse me, I meant lonk.
But I do not blame fish. I blame myself. I shall be throwing myself off a bridge forthwith.
The story you (and VS) were looking for.
I was surprised that BBBB hasn't mentioned Hildegrin the corpse-delver.
I was surprised that BBBB hasn't mentioned Hildegrin the corpse-delver.
I was too busy fetching an avern... gotta go, the Sanguinary Field awaits!
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