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Thanks Melanchthon. I agree, life could be a fountain. But Sven thinks it's a chocolate cake!

I told Bush; don't play chess with the freakin' Russians.
by LEP (rafifoon@yahoo.com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 06:12:06 AM EST
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I beg to differ: Sven thinks life is a pot of Marmite...

"Ne te courbe que pour aimer..." René Char
by Melanchthon on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 06:25:59 AM EST
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perhaps it's a Chocolate fountain

Life should consist in at least fifty percent pure waste of time, and the rest doing what you please.
by ceebs (bunchofwankers (at) gmail (dot) com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 06:30:48 AM EST
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mmmmm. That sounds good. I can imagine dipping my favorite sausage in Belgian chocolate.

I told Bush; don't play chess with the freakin' Russians.
by LEP (rafifoon@yahoo.com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 06:34:23 AM EST
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Only a lot of the time, it's unsweetend chocolate.

</cynic>

by the stormy present (stormypresent aaaaaaat gmail etc) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 06:56:20 AM EST
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shouldnt that be

</pesimist>

Life should consist in at least fifty percent pure waste of time, and the rest doing what you please.

by ceebs (bunchofwankers (at) gmail (dot) com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 06:59:41 AM EST
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Maybe.  And not only that, but the unsweetened chocolate fountain is half-empty.  And it has bugs in it.

</grouch>

by the stormy present (stormypresent aaaaaaat gmail etc) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 07:04:01 AM EST
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And its cable is just to short for its plug to go into the wall socket.

Life should consist in at least fifty percent pure waste of time, and the rest doing what you please.
by ceebs (bunchofwankers (at) gmail (dot) com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 07:27:19 AM EST
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What about: "Life is a Caol Ila fountain" ?

"Ne te courbe que pour aimer..." René Char
by Melanchthon on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 07:33:51 AM EST
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Well it's frequentlas if someone under the influence is in charge

Life should consist in at least fifty percent pure waste of time, and the rest doing what you please.
by ceebs (bunchofwankers (at) gmail (dot) com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 07:43:12 AM EST
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I'll go with that. We were playing a mammoth poker session last night and I brought out the Caol as a conciliatory gesture when we finished around midnight. Instant peace and light. Wonderful.

BTW You got the credit for introducing it into the household ;-)

You can't be me, I'm taken

by Sven Triloqvist on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 07:56:23 AM EST
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Whenever there's a discussion on the meaning of life, The Elucidated Bretheren and Schwestern of Caol Ila seem to arrive, shining, bearing the full peat and smoke of the very Water of Life (Uisge-Beathe: Gaelic).

Tasted a very young Caol Ila (7 yrs) last nite, and was reminded that like whisky and life, age indeed ages (and rounds).

Skennah Kowa

by Crazy Horse on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 08:16:44 AM EST
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Are they faceless hooded figures in tartan robes who murmur tunelessly and carry cigar-cutters? I think I've seen them....

You can't be me, I'm taken
by Sven Triloqvist on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 10:45:58 AM EST
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You should see what they do later, if you are permitted.  Not so much Eyes Wide Open, and not "what are they wearing under those Tartans," but well, have a Caol dram for me tonight.  i can't say where i'm going tonight, but hooded (sweatshirt) is hanging by the door.

Skennah Kowa
by Crazy Horse on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 11:49:17 AM EST
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I'll drink a Caol Ila to all the EBSCI brothers and sisters tonight.

"Ne te courbe que pour aimer..." René Char
by Melanchthon on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 11:54:14 AM EST
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I have to say that I will salute one and all with an Aberlour tonight (Or at least early tomorrow).

Life should consist in at least fifty percent pure waste of time, and the rest doing what you please.
by ceebs (bunchofwankers (at) gmail (dot) com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 12:56:28 PM EST
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Same here. Or Glenlivet

Auferre, trucidare, rapere, falsis nominibus imperium; atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant.
by linca (antonin POINT lucas AROBASE gmail.com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 01:07:12 PM EST
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I'm afraid we cannot accept heretics in the EBSCI. Only those who follow the Caol Ila cult can participate...

"Ne te courbe que pour aimer..." René Char
by Melanchthon on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 01:14:09 PM EST
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Since whisky is the water of life, we can assume there is a reason the language didn't evolve to Caol Ila of Life.  Elucidated Ones, we must be tolerant, and recognize that each palate is a chemical universe unto itself, and must be honored.  Though we must take the Glenfiddich wanderers from the desert, and give them the honey and dates they deserve.  i meself have a bottle of Abelour in the cupboard, if it must be known, though it dates from 1965.

Here's the riddle for tonight, Oh Elucidated Ones:  Why are the rarest single malts in Europe to be found in the cellars of Italy?

Skennah Kowa

by Crazy Horse on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 01:40:20 PM EST
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Fah. Whisky.
by Colman (colman at eurotrib.com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 01:41:22 PM EST
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There's a reason why it's not called the Black Bush of Life, it must be the Irish peat, or the snakes, or something.  Come Colman, you've never ridden a horse 'til you've had half a bottle first.

Skennah Kowa
by Crazy Horse on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 01:46:13 PM EST
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I demand an initiation !

Auferre, trucidare, rapere, falsis nominibus imperium; atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant.
by linca (antonin POINT lucas AROBASE gmail.com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 01:40:41 PM EST
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You can request an initiation, though the usual method of identifying new candidates can not be revealed.  Just email Carol Ila, care of LEP.

Skennah Kowa
by Crazy Horse on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 01:47:30 PM EST
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"I never promised you a sweetened chocolate fountain."
<plagiarist>

I told Bush; don't play chess with the freakin' Russians.
by LEP (rafifoon@yahoo.com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 07:04:43 AM EST
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What's the problem with life being a fountain?

The rabbi meant sex fountain din't he?

A pleasure

I therefore claim to show, not how men think in myths, but how myths operate in men's minds without their being aware of the fact. Levi-Strauss, Claude

by kcurie on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 08:52:08 AM EST
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I was waiting for your insight kcurie. After 20 years I finally understand the story. It's about sex. why didn't I think of that?

I told Bush; don't play chess with the freakin' Russians.
by LEP (rafifoon@yahoo.com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 08:58:37 AM EST
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You did, LEP, you did...

When locusts move on, they leave nothing behind
by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 11:10:18 AM EST
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A bit less time with the Talmud and Kabbalah and you would've.

Skennah Kowa
by Crazy Horse on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 11:50:47 AM EST
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LOL. And Happy New Year, Randy.
And by the way, who's this "Carol Ila" you guys are always talking about? She must be hot!

I told Bush; don't play chess with the freakin' Russians.
by LEP (rafifoon@yahoo.com) on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 12:16:52 PM EST
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I'd say, she's... warm.  A wee dram and perhaps she'll come tonight.

All the best LEP, to you and your clan (and of course to all.)

Skennah Kowa

by Crazy Horse on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 01:42:15 PM EST
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She is tender and rough, subtle and coarse...

"Ne te courbe que pour aimer..." René Char
by Melanchthon on Mon Dec 31st, 2007 at 03:54:56 PM EST
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