A'right, 3:20MST, just got 'round to postin'.

Started with a Guiness.

Went to bar, had a Boddingtons and another sorta white ale.

Went to CB-Potts, had a wit, followed by three Vanilla Porters (the best Porters ever made in my mind, sweet as an angel's sweat, however deep-malty as a what a dog must think when licking his own asshole, and have you ever noted a dog who didn't turn right-round to lick it again???)

Followed by NO, then Duplais.

Had a person over who had been intermittently drinkin' absinthe since in Prague in 2002? (college classmate of very shorthaired feller that retired early from the only LCLF I attended, LCLF 04, I believe), recently ordered somethin' from Sebor. Explained the different brands, gave some info, had him sniff some early HG (urine, not allowed to taste as trying to keep him liking absinthe), and gave him a good tastin'.

But he didn't pay up with his goat...

The world around me is becoming yellerer by the day. Rape is driving me nutz and I might kill someone if it gets any yellerer than this.





It looks like tasty and fragrant Kirsch will be coming along quite well this year, so I won't be dependent on black lickerish tasting crap during my next hibernation.



Parts of the landed estates have been sold to the community to build those cute white houses for Normals. Half of the proceeds went to the German tax authorities. The silverish thingy in the lower right is my new toy. Unfortunately I won't be able to enjoy it much, as the Dutch tax authorities have screwed me in the ass real hard. I won't be able to eat either. Wealth has its price. I'm bleeding.

Absolutely Gorgeous (the country-side, and also your car).

It gets morer yellerer
than that. And sickly
stinky to boot.

Fuck...

Looks like mustard.

Mustardsinthe?

Me is having several extraits that make CO's taste like Czeckerlandsinths, sum pastis and Żurawinówka Lubelska we are completely disappointed with, butt as long as it contains sum alcohol...

Rapesinthe louches like hell and stinks sickly to boot.

It's a yeller world
and it stinks.

Whatcha
gonnadu?

Glad I wasn't the only one to think that -- couldn't figure out why someone was raising wild mustard when I first saw the first pic, then I remembered rape was also a plant:)

Did always like seeing mustard growing in the road ditches, though, reminded me that spring was officially here!

AHHH-Choooo!

Drinking a glass of la Blue (the pastis). Not sure if they even make it anymore, but for a pastis not bad, except the blue tongue/teeth thing. Here's a fresh pic...

That's disgusting. You
've turned my morning
inside fucking out.

Thanks.

On a happier note, Happy
Labor Day, comrades.

And let it be known that
the witch of winter is dead.

Pastis Janot Bleu
Code produit : : 538
Le Pastis Janot Bleu qui colorera vos apéritifs


11.90 €
Description détaillée :

Le Pastis Janot Bleu 70cl est adouci en réglisse, fort comme la mer, doux comme l’azur. Pour l’indigo du ciel, pour l’azur de la mer, pour que vivent les couleurs de Marseille.

45°

Ingrédients: eau, alcool, macération de plantes, sucre, arômes naturels d’anis, colorant E131.

Still made.

Happiest One, Bugster!

Gold at the end of the rainbow? Go look for it and you're fucked. It's rape.



Gives me the blues.



I found a bottle of it in my inventory. Since I can't afford any decent hooch these days 'cept my own, I decided to crack it. Badiane and lickerish galore. It's kinda horrible, even for a pastis.

This bored is dead.

Farm the land with wormwood, Hellbitch strain, so that it won't happen again.

And so that they'll be more Hellbitch to drink.

One hopes

One small step. . .

Having some extraordinary hooch before dinner. Makes me feel a lot more betterer.

Did Abby ever find her pants?

They were tied around
her neck in the crime
scene pix.

Vdt'2007, Imiglykos Meliritos, Imiglykos Catharos, Imiglykos Cavina, Tokaji Furmint 2004. Wino makes me sleepy, my Mum's friends (they came to celebrate end of studies-1968) that have visited us were enchanted with absinthe, one of the friends wuz a professional wine taster back in the heyday, so wuz particularly analytical in his opinions; sadly they are leavin' today to get home sooner than the main flood of fucks cummin' from holidays commences.

Tylko Łącka śliwowica daje krzepę, krasi lica. Not countin the artisanal Florent eau de vie cummin from surpirisingly Florent departantemnt

I just buy new pants. Easier.

Got a last second job offer in Corsica. Too bad I can't take it.
Told them to keep me in mind for next year,
because I hear their wine is good and roughly 2 Euros a bottle.
My kinda island.

I just spilled root beer on my dog.
Stinky is now Sticky.

Great after-dinner. Espresso, ordinary tobacco all the way from Holland and some clandestine local stuff -- dry, fragrant, generous, fruity and surprisingly flowery, breathing the spirit of our woods and fields.

You mean that yeller
xit is subsiding so you
can breath again?

I took a drive the other
day and it was plenty
scary and yeller in the
lowlands.

The drinkin' and smokin'
stuff look purty fun, though.

Yeah, the yeller already subsides. Flowers transform themselves into elongated green pods. Kinda creepy. Hellwhip is still covered with pollen, but I turn out not to be allergic to it, for some mysterious reason.

Not allergic to rape?

I beg of you, sir,
to touch yr toes.

I just did. Why the fuck am I allergic to about everything but rape? It stinks.

I used to smoke Drum tobacco.

What about raping in flower fields? Could cure you.

You're a romantic.

Is that what you call it these days?

Eating honey can help alleviate allergies due to bees collecting nectar from plant life. I'm curious if drinking absinthe made from local plant life yields the same result.

Raping local plant life might alleviate allergies as well.

Thanks a bunch for your thoughts. Honey.

I am all alone on Mother's Day... so I am drinking amaretto, peach schnapps and vodka. This is my third one.

My son is with his father.

My boyfriend is in Seattle.

I'm trying not to get myself into trouble online and that's difficult after a drink or four.

hmmm....

So get yerself into trouble. It's more easierer.

But I always end up feeling silly the next morning when I'm sober! I clearly haven't had enough to drink because I'm still going over the "Damn I'll regret saying that" stage.

UGH! This page takes 2 minutes to load with my slow old laptop!!!! 2 minutes is like a FUCKING ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And still, fucking eternity doesn't provide a redeeming answer to any existential question.

I'm drinking vodka - not taking LSD. Therefore, any existential question is null and void because I swear like a sailor in my head and say "who fucking cares, anyway?"

Where's the ice???

No one cares. Vodka tastes like null and void. With the ice you're just trying to get knocked out in a refreshing kinda way.

That's because you're drinking vodka.

Who the fuck is drinking vodka?