Like, I have tea and I'm like "meh, wish I had espresso or coffee"
I find the context of tea to be very different than coffee or espresso. I find it comforting and soothing, often with a delicious taste, whereas coffee and espresso are more just DOUBLE AMERICANO ON ICE I NEED CAFFEINE NOW
I agree. Though I do enjoy the taste of coffee, I only drink it in the morning or on occasion after dinner at a restaurant w/ dessert.
Afternoons, however, are dominated by reading and a cup of tea.
Oh man. A warm latte or mocha on a rainy day = so much win
Feral on
every person who doesn't like an acquired taste always seems to think everyone who likes it is faking it. it should be an official fallacy.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
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Yes, we pride ourselves on being dicks about coffee and such. How did you get hold of it?
My mom's a kiwi. Just got back from visiting family in Auckland and Tasmania - hooked me up with some of this fine bean and a bottle of Tasmanian scotch!
I'm going down in December for hopefully 3 weeks and jesus christ I can't wait.
Oh cool, so you are one of us then. I don't really have an opinion on Karajoz, as it is an Auckland/upper North Island roaster and I've only tried it incidentally, I do hear very good things about them though. I tend to stick to Wellington or South Island roasters as that is where I used to live. Here is a list that might be of use to you.
I was just back in March/April and totally od'd on coffee, it was pretty great. But it has meant that now when I drink most of the coffee available here in the UK it just tastes like complete rubbish
WHO THE FUCK CARES IF IT WAS DISCOVERED BY A MOM
MOMS ARE NOT PRIVY TO SPECIAL MOM KNOWLEDGE
ANY IDIOT WITH TWO GONADS TO RUB TOGETHER CAN SQUIRT OUT A SPAWN
GAWD
Feral on
every person who doesn't like an acquired taste always seems to think everyone who likes it is faking it. it should be an official fallacy.
Then I completely uinvited snoop on whatever she's doing. I make sure that I do it in some manner that is just slightly teasing "I see that you're texting your little sister suggesting she purchase tampax, how silly, I would never recommend that brand. How old is your sister?"
"Oh, seven? I bet she must have ankles like you."
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Podlyyou unzipped me! it's all coming back! i don't like it!Registered Userregular
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see, Eddy, I prefer the taste of good espresso to good tea.
Then I completely uinvited snoop on whatever she's doing. I make sure that I do it in some manner that is just slightly teasing "I see that you're texting your little sister suggesting she purchase tampax, how silly, I would never recommend that brand. How old is your sister?"
Then I completely uinvited snoop on whatever she's doing. I make sure that I do it in some manner that is just slightly teasing "I see that you're texting your little sister suggesting she purchase tampax, how silly, I would never recommend that brand. How old is your sister?"
WHO THE FUCK CARES IF IT WAS DISCOVERED BY A MOM
MOMS ARE NOT PRIVY TO SPECIAL MOM KNOWLEDGE
ANY IDIOT WITH TWO GONADS TO RUB TOGETHER CAN SQUIRT OUT A SPAWN
GAWD
WHO THE FUCK CARES IF IT WAS DISCOVERED BY A MOM
MOMS ARE NOT PRIVY TO SPECIAL MOM KNOWLEDGE
ANY IDIOT WITH TWO GONADS TO RUB TOGETHER CAN SQUIRT OUT A SPAWN
GAWD
Maybe the trick involves making mouth guards out of strips of the afterbirth.
Donkey Kong on
Thousands of hot, local singles are waiting to play at bubbulon.com.
Like, I have tea and I'm like "meh, wish I had espresso or coffee"
I find the context of tea to be very different than coffee or espresso. I find it comforting and soothing, often with a delicious taste, whereas coffee and espresso are more just DOUBLE AMERICANO ON ICE I NEED CAFFEINE NOW
I agree. Though I do enjoy the taste of coffee, I only drink it in the morning or on occasion after dinner at a restaurant w/ dessert.
Afternoons, however, are dominated by reading and a cup of tea.
Oh man. A warm latte or mocha on a rainy day = so much win
Yeah but introducing rain is such a huge variable that it was implied I was talking about something else. Lying on the couch with a book while drinking tea with the sun coming through your window is simply the best.
Also, of course, winter doesn't count towards any of this because snow + mocha = win.
Yes, we pride ourselves on being dicks about coffee and such. How did you get hold of it?
My mom's a kiwi. Just got back from visiting family in Auckland and Tasmania - hooked me up with some of this fine bean and a bottle of Tasmanian scotch!
I'm going down in December for hopefully 3 weeks and jesus christ I can't wait.
Oh cool, so you are one of us then. I don't really have an opinion on Karajoz, as it is an Auckland/upper North Island roaster and I've only tried it incidentally, I do hear very good things about them though. I tend to stick to Wellington or South Island roasters as that is where I used to live. Here is a list that might be of use to you.
I was just back in March/April and totally od'd on coffee, it was pretty great. But it has meant that now when I drink most of the coffee available here in the UK it just tastes like complete rubbish
Right on! The south island is my favorite place on earth. Spend a month traveling around down there three years ago, rafting every river I could possibly raft.
So, U.S. Navy ship is wrecked off the coast of Newfoundland. The Newfies spring in to action and start rescuing as many people as they can, and then this happens:
"
Mr. PHILLIPS: And when we got ashore, I said, `Well, I made it here. I may as well die,' you know. So I just laid down there on the beach and I closed my eyes to die, you know. This is the end. And this fellow came and he said, `Get him up. Don't let him lie there.' He said, `Pick him up.' He said, `He'll surely die if he lays there.' He said, `Walk him around.' So he pulled me up, and he had on a cap and a coat. I knew he wasn't Navy, and he began to walk me around, and from there he brought life to me. I said, `Man, here's a white person wants me to live,' you know. If I had been in Georgia, they'd say, `Kick him out of the way,' you know, `Let's help these white people.' Then I think I passed out.
Ms. EDWARDS: They took them to the--well, there was a temporary first-aid station erected and, of course, the call came to the women, all the women of the place to go out to clean them. And that's where the story came in at Lanier. Now there's a little funny story. See, he was there among all the other survivors. The ladies were cleaning them up and scrubbing them up, because they were covered with tar, with this oil stuff, this crude oil. They were so filthy, every part of them had to be washed. So when he opened his eyes...
Mr. PHILLIPS: I could see these white ladies all around. There I was, stark naked, on this table. And I heard one of the ladies say, `This is the curliest hair I've ever seen.' I said, `Oh, boy, this is the end of me,' you know. I said, `Hell, they're going to say, "Get him out of here. He's black,"' you know. And then she said...
Ms. EDWARDS: `This poor fellow. The tar went right into his pores. I'm scrubbing and scrubbing and I can't get him clean.'
Mr. PHILLIPS: And when I spoke up, she said, `I can't get it'--I said, `Well, you can't get it off. It's the color of the skin.'
Ms. EDWARDS: And she said, `Oh, I'll get it off, all right,' and so she continued to scrub. And Violet White, but she's dead now, she had never seen a black man before. So, I mean, she didn't differentiate. She just thought he was a white man with the black into his pores so bad she couldn't get it out.
Mr. PHILLIPS: And I was thinking, `Oh, boy, they're going to lynch me. Here I am.' If I had been in Georgia, they would have ran those white women out of town and maybe lynched me for letting them bathe me, you know.
Ms. EDWARDS: And, of course, when the men were taking them out to the different homes, she said, `Bring him to my home.' So that evening then she prepared supper. I mean, he was amazed that he ate with the family and he drank out of china cups, the same as the family.
Mr. PHILLIPS: And they put me in the bed, and this lady, she would come in and say, `Are you warm? Are you all right?' and she did this the remainder of the night. I didn't go to sleep anymore because I was still afraid. I didn't know where I was or what was going to happen to me. But then I kept asking myself, `Did I die, you know, and I went to heaven or--what's going on?'
"
I am so getting MW4 this weekend. We should set up a game.
Yessss this is gonna be awesome.
It's all about the Mauler kitted out with 2 clan LBX-AC20s and 2 clan ER Large Lasers.
Flamer Puma with jump jets! Flamer Puma with jump jets!
(I have not played a mech game since 3).
I like 4 a lot better. Precicely because they ditched the tabletop system for construction / weapon damage.
That system was entirely based upon the assumption that you miss most of the time and can never aim at a specific component on a mech (and that certain components are way less likely to be hit than others).
When you remove that underlying assumption (because the player is aiming their weapons) it makes the entire system really stupid.
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I am downloading Mechwarrior 4: Mercs!
Together, we will rule the IS!
And for that matter, what is the one weird old tip that I can use to reduce my belly fat?
Oh man. A warm latte or mocha on a rainy day = so much win
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
Cool!
I got rid of a great many of my real books when I moved to New York; bitches be heavy, and the digital versions are just as good.
I just keep a few sentimental ones around (like The Dark Tower)
Let's play Mario Kart or something...
Yessss this is gonna be awesome.
Oh cool, so you are one of us then. I don't really have an opinion on Karajoz, as it is an Auckland/upper North Island roaster and I've only tried it incidentally, I do hear very good things about them though. I tend to stick to Wellington or South Island roasters as that is where I used to live. Here is a list that might be of use to you.
I was just back in March/April and totally od'd on coffee, it was pretty great. But it has meant that now when I drink most of the coffee available here in the UK it just tastes like complete rubbish
MOMS ARE NOT PRIVY TO SPECIAL MOM KNOWLEDGE
ANY IDIOT WITH TWO GONADS TO RUB TOGETHER CAN SQUIRT OUT A SPAWN
GAWD
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
"Oh, seven? I bet she must have ankles like you."
Why are you doing this
I don't know. I stopped.
It's all about the Mauler kitted out with 2 clan LBX-AC20s and 2 clan ER Large Lasers.
i love you feral
Maybe the trick involves making mouth guards out of strips of the afterbirth.
Yeah but introducing rain is such a huge variable that it was implied I was talking about something else. Lying on the couch with a book while drinking tea with the sun coming through your window is simply the best.
Also, of course, winter doesn't count towards any of this because snow + mocha = win.
Have you guys seriously never encountered/witnessed this guy on the bus/elevator/on campus?
Right on! The south island is my favorite place on earth. Spend a month traveling around down there three years ago, rafting every river I could possibly raft.
Best month of my life.
Flamer Puma with jump jets! Flamer Puma with jump jets!
(I have not played a mech game since 3).
Dysentery
Dysentery was how they lost weight fast in days of yore
(bouncing here and there and everywhere
wild adventures that are beyond compare
he has the cholera!)
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
People like that deserve to be kicked in the face.
Definitely. Seems to be working fine both single and multiplayer. Not got my resolution right but I can live with that.
Cold placenta sandwiches. :9
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
I don't know what you intend to imply.
I mean, except how I understand that rape can't be used as torture. That's preposterous. (I mean unless it's a guy obviously)
You're seriously considering groping people and creeping them out for kicks?
It is a famous story so you may have heard it... but if not:
http://forums.wildbillguarnere.com/index.php?showtopic=4325
So, U.S. Navy ship is wrecked off the coast of Newfoundland. The Newfies spring in to action and start rescuing as many people as they can, and then this happens:
Mr. PHILLIPS: And when we got ashore, I said, `Well, I made it here. I may as well die,' you know. So I just laid down there on the beach and I closed my eyes to die, you know. This is the end. And this fellow came and he said, `Get him up. Don't let him lie there.' He said, `Pick him up.' He said, `He'll surely die if he lays there.' He said, `Walk him around.' So he pulled me up, and he had on a cap and a coat. I knew he wasn't Navy, and he began to walk me around, and from there he brought life to me. I said, `Man, here's a white person wants me to live,' you know. If I had been in Georgia, they'd say, `Kick him out of the way,' you know, `Let's help these white people.' Then I think I passed out.
Ms. EDWARDS: They took them to the--well, there was a temporary first-aid station erected and, of course, the call came to the women, all the women of the place to go out to clean them. And that's where the story came in at Lanier. Now there's a little funny story. See, he was there among all the other survivors. The ladies were cleaning them up and scrubbing them up, because they were covered with tar, with this oil stuff, this crude oil. They were so filthy, every part of them had to be washed. So when he opened his eyes...
Mr. PHILLIPS: I could see these white ladies all around. There I was, stark naked, on this table. And I heard one of the ladies say, `This is the curliest hair I've ever seen.' I said, `Oh, boy, this is the end of me,' you know. I said, `Hell, they're going to say, "Get him out of here. He's black,"' you know. And then she said...
Ms. EDWARDS: `This poor fellow. The tar went right into his pores. I'm scrubbing and scrubbing and I can't get him clean.'
Mr. PHILLIPS: And when I spoke up, she said, `I can't get it'--I said, `Well, you can't get it off. It's the color of the skin.'
Ms. EDWARDS: And she said, `Oh, I'll get it off, all right,' and so she continued to scrub. And Violet White, but she's dead now, she had never seen a black man before. So, I mean, she didn't differentiate. She just thought he was a white man with the black into his pores so bad she couldn't get it out.
Mr. PHILLIPS: And I was thinking, `Oh, boy, they're going to lynch me. Here I am.' If I had been in Georgia, they would have ran those white women out of town and maybe lynched me for letting them bathe me, you know.
Ms. EDWARDS: And, of course, when the men were taking them out to the different homes, she said, `Bring him to my home.' So that evening then she prepared supper. I mean, he was amazed that he ate with the family and he drank out of china cups, the same as the family.
Mr. PHILLIPS: And they put me in the bed, and this lady, she would come in and say, `Are you warm? Are you all right?' and she did this the remainder of the night. I didn't go to sleep anymore because I was still afraid. I didn't know where I was or what was going to happen to me. But then I kept asking myself, `Did I die, you know, and I went to heaven or--what's going on?'
"
I love this story.
I like 4 a lot better. Precicely because they ditched the tabletop system for construction / weapon damage.
That system was entirely based upon the assumption that you miss most of the time and can never aim at a specific component on a mech (and that certain components are way less likely to be hit than others).
When you remove that underlying assumption (because the player is aiming their weapons) it makes the entire system really stupid.
It's delicious. You have to seriously be trying to be that incredibly creepy.
it hurts
your joke i mean
Seriously in third grade I had really bad food poisoning and lost like 15lbs in two weeks...
...raw chicken, I'll be having you for dinner tonight.
O_o
Geeze.