Saturday, April 14, 2012
Was this the day when the earth went through that purple gas cloud?
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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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I think that was the day when Obama bullied the internet.
Hmmm. Purple gas cloud AND Earth Day could account for the lack of activity on that day. Anyone heard of people being turned into sheep lately? That would be different.
Baaaah ahhh ahhh...
He's trying to tell us something! What is it boy?
Timmy's done a smell?
The little tyke! Heh heh
"Was this the day when the earth went through that purple gas cloud?"
So, that explains the ambulatory, carnivorous plants I had to fight on my way to work...
Oh! Earth day when we switched the interweb off and went and had a picnic.
Was the food you ate on Earth Day low-emission?
Oddly, by some devilment or another, it seems that NONE of the food I eat is "low emission"...
March 27?
I can't remember that day at all.
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What day?
...are we up to 0 yet?
Baaaah ahhh ahhh...
There you go. Purple cloud.
But WAIT---
What was this post about?
Reading The Poison Belt was deeply disappointing, for it did *not* involve the use of a toxic cummerbund as a murder weapon.
Well, it seemed like SUCH a good idea when conceived, but then came the challenge of convincing the intended victim to ingest the fatal belt.
Hey! What's up? You hungry?
Umm, yeah, sure. I could eat.
Dammit, I don't have a whole bunch of food in the house. How 'bout some of my belt?
Your what?
My belt? Don't sweat it, I have suspenders too.
Dood, let's just go to Applebees.
NO! Uh, I mean, no, that stuff'll kill you. But a good old hunk of belt? Yum-Oh!
You're outta your mind. What, are you gonna have a pair of socks for desert?
Hey! You ever had belt? Then you don't KNOW, do you?
Tell y'what. You stay here and eat your laundry. I'm going to go get some, you know, FOOD. Sheesh.
Dammit...
How we know that the Challenger story is fiction:
and humanity is shocked into placing a higher value on life, and how well we spend what little time we are given.
What about slipping bits of belt into the victim's food, Mikey? In similar food things, like... Hey! Am I a crime writer??
Tell y'what. You stay here and eat your laundry.
That would be particularly frustrating if you had just spent 5 years building up an immunity to iocaine-laced belt so as to safely share the meal.
This sort of thing used to be common among the English aristocracy. Don't tell me you've never heard of a belted Earl.
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned belts and poisoned drink.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up...
mikey, this is stupid stuff...
Was there tentacle porn that day? No? Mystery solved.
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