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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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Google says this.
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The Goofle is wrong, Thundra.
This image is canonical. However, the judges will also accept this one.
I was sad because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had shoes but his grumpy bastard cat had crapped in them.
I was sad because I had no shoes and George W. Bush was right there at the lectern.
I was sad because I had no shoes. But then I remembered I had my gat and a couple spare mags and I wasn't so sad anymore....
I was sad because I had no shoes until little Billy fell down the well and I laughed.
I was sad because I had no hoses until I met a man with dyslexia.
I was sad because I had no shoes until I caught up with the bastard who'd stolen them and then I was sad because I broke my foot off in his ass.
Also the best shoes for hanging with the wendigo would be wing-tips.
I am sad because I have shoes and must wear them. I miss the good old barefoot beach bum days of my misspent youth.
I was sad.
I have no shoes and I must scream.
Someone got your tongue? Was it sabotage?
Tigris is a sneaker.
Tigris is a sneaker.
She has the upper hand, however
I was sad because I had no shoes until I met mikey who has no pants.
I was sad because I wear no mask.
I have shoes, but they don't fit especially well.
E Pluribus Uranium, Papus paleo Rex
I would have more to say but, it must be acknowledged, I'm a loafer...
I would try to pump mikey for more information, but he seems a little flat.
Maybe I will just boot thunder some more.
It's a tough decision, I can't help but flip-flop.
Now I suppose y'all will accuse me of having no sole. Eyelet know how you are. But aglet you carry on regardless.
I feel I am treading familiar territory.
...some comment had to be the last
Yes, you're a heel, ckc.
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