It’s amazing how many people on this board are mimics.
Are we running out of fresh ideas?
We? Nope. You? Seems that way.l
It’s really simple, Sparky. Playing the martyr card ain’t helping.
Then shut the flying fuck up and let your more eloquent “brothers” do the work. You can be the water boy. Go get Elucidator a drink.
Martyr card?
I have not died for my cause.
Trust me on this.
Make mine a G&T, with lime.
Sounds like my last Christmas party.
Will there be egg nog?
Julie
I like a dood margarita…
- Fill shaker with broken cubed ice.
2. Squeeze TWO fresh lime wedges into shaker.
3. Savor the fresh lime aroma (AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!)
4. Add 2 oz. Cuervo 1800.
5. Sniff the cork.
6. Add 1/2 oz. of Jose Cuervo White if ya wish (white for bite!).
7. Add 1-1/4 oz. of Roses Lime Juice (accept no substitutes!).
8. Add 1/2 oz. of Bols Triple Sec (nothing but the best!).
9. Add “a splash” of Bols Orange Curaco (shh… secret ingredient).
10. Cover shaker tightly!
11. Shake vigorously.
12. Flip shaker in midair twice (three times if you’re a pro).
13. Uncover shaker and savor the flavor!
14. Rim glass with Lime peel (outside only!).
15. Salt the outside only.
16. Add fresh ice.
17. Strain mixture over ice.
18. Squeeze in 1 lime wedge and toss rind over left shoulder.
19. Now kick back, turn up the tunes and enjoy!
Trust me on this too.
dood???
Told you I couldn’t type.
Perhaps you shouldn’t, then?
Has anyone ever considered the possibility that Reeder is actually a tool of some ultra-rightist SDMB poster designed to deligitimize the Left/liberals?
Somewhere, in a dark room deep in the catacombs of the Illuminati headquarters, there is a evil villain witnessing Reeder’s idiotic threads and laughing, gleefully muttering to his minion in a sinister tone, “Everything is going according to plan!!”
Worse, what if Reeder and december are secretly roommates, and they’re playing the “nutball liberal/conservative” schtick to mess with all our minds? :eek:
You left out “cackling and wringing his hands.”
“Yeth, Mathter!” cries Igor. “Ith it time for the 1920th thtyle death ray now?”
“No, you fool! Bring me the Comfy Chair!”
“Mathter – NO!!! Pleathe, Mathter – not the Comfy Chair!”