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Well, yes. And it'll be ready in a couple of weeks... But I have decided not to drink until the end of Nov., so the wine'll just have to wait for me.:|



Am I invited to the tasting?

Just booked my flight to Tampa. Going on Friday 13.12 and NEVER coming back. Well I'll have the option of 08.01.2003 but I might just stay as an packing monkey. I thought 6 packs a day will do.[:/]

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but I might just stay as an packing monkey. I thought 6 packs a day will do



uh, I hope that you are packing tandems, since most of the packers that I talk to only get like $5 US per pack, unless it is tandem and then it is a little more. Maybe you could get a paper route too?;)

I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

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I'm STARVING!!!! Haven't had food or coffee all day! And only time for 1 ciggie [:/]



Well I had an "Interesting(tm)" day. It was almost bordering on "Exciting". Shudder.:o The scale runs, in order of desirability, "Boring" (very good), "Tense" (jumping is VERY tense), "Interesting" (for when it's all looking like it just might all go to shit) and "Exciting" (No shit. There I was...).

Now that I've got home and had decent meal it's time for a bit of substance abuse. Bundy 'n beer chasers methinks. Perhaps something to smoke to follow.:)
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Scratch, hon,

No bow and arrow here. I live n GA where the official sticker on a vehicle is a shotgun hanging from a gun rack in the back window. I'm not a bad shot either.

Kerry,

That is so cool you didn't have to pay either.

GOOD MORNING/afternoon/evening all. It was another rainy night in GA. We go from drout to flood.

Anyone have a suggesting for breakfast as I still can't bring myself to take a bite of my bagel :D

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>Am I invited to the tasting?

But of course! Whenever that might be... The first friday of Dec., maybe.

>Just booked my flight to Tampa. Going on Friday 13.12
>and NEVER coming back. Well I'll have the option of
>08.01.2003

Take me with you... And pay my bills:P. Oh well, I'll be leaving for... well... somewhere, in April. I hope.:|

>but I might just stay as an packing monkey.
>I thought 6 packs a day will do.

I'd like to see _you_ getting by on $30/day...:ph34r: If you decide to stay there can I have your TV?:)

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The first friday of Dec., maybe.

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Sounds like a good day to me... keep me informed!

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Take me with you... And pay my bills:P. Oh well, I'll be leaving for... well... somewhere, in April. I hope.:|

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Have you decided? I was watching videos again at Jyri and Minnas place last night with Lasse. South Africa looks like a great beach jump place. I'll be going there maybe next winter.

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If you decide to stay there can I have your TV?:)


The TV is yours if I'm not back.

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Lisa, hon,

Sorry about the no show at ATL had some unexpected probs come up and didn't get it handled until Saturday evening>:(>:(>:(

And on the breakfast issue, you just can't beat 3 eggs, sausage, toast and some ggod old fashioned grits, and that can all be ready in like 10 minutes... uh hungry now, I think that there is a Waffle house in my near future


I'm not afriad of dying, I'm afraid of never really living- Erin Engle

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Anyone have a suggesting for breakfast as I still can't bring myself to take a bite of my bagel



You want to try and stomach a traditional Welsh breakfast. It consists of laverbread (seaweed) which is rolled with fine Welsh oatmeal into little cakes and fried into crisp patties with eggs, bacon and cockles.

I would join you but I don't like eggs, and everything else pretty much tastes like crap. I'd just nick your bacon and make a buttie. B|
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>Sounds like a good day to me... keep me informed!

Will do.
Of course, everyone else here is also invited to the wine-tasting-party. Book your flights...:P

>Have you decided?

I have insufficient information to make a decision. I haven't really tried looking for any yet either... I'll probably end up taking the first available flight where ever and freeze my bollocks off in Alaska or Siberia or something...:S



And dude, close the "In reply to" tags! Like this:
this is the text you're replying to
Shows up like this:

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Defcon 6******
No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last night was a mere disco
nap, which is giving you a whole lot of misplaced energy. Still able to
function relatively well. However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and
still feel as parched as the Sahara. Even vegetarians are craving a
Cheeseburger and a side of Fries.


Defcon 5*****
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you havethe attention span and mental capacity of a stapler. The coffee you hug to try and remain focused is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a full English breakfast. Although you have a nice demeanour about the office, you are costing your employer valuable money because all you really can handle is some light filing, followed by aimlessly surfing the net and writing junk e-mails.


Defcon 4****
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely a space cadet and so not productive. Anytime someone walks by you gag because their
perfume/aftershave reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your
alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 1:45 a.m. Life would
be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen donuts and a litre
of coke watching Good Morning with Bert. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a
gallon of water, 2 Sausage Rolls and a litre of diet coke yet you haven't
peed once.


Defcon 3***
You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can't speak
too quickly or else you might honk. Your boss has already lambasted you forbeing late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you either missed an oh-so
crucial spot shaving or it looks like you put your make-up on while riding
the dodgems, depending on your gender. Your teeth have sweaters, your eyes look like one big vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from the class picture of Moss Side secondary school circa 1976.You would give a week's pay for one the following - Home time - A Doner kebab and somewhere to be alone - A time machine so you could go back and NOT have gone out the night before.

Defcon 2**
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the
employee who sits next to you. Vodka vapour is seeping out of every pore
and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of
your mouth from brushing your teeth. Your body has lost the ability to
generate saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you. You'd cry but that
would take the last of the moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty
good right now. Your boss doesn't even get mad and your co-workers think
that your dog just died because you look so pathetic. You should have
called in sick because, let's face it, all you can manage to do is breathe
.. . . . very gently.

Defcon 1*
You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly, as you were
fighting it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep and
the noises inside your head wake you up. You notice that your bed has bee cleared for take off and flying relentlessly around the room. No matter
what you do you know you're going to chuck. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in a yacht under sail. After walking along the
skirting boards on alternating walls knocking all the pictures off, you
find the loo. If you are lucky you will remember to lift the lid before you
spontaneously explode and wake the whole house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting and farting.......

Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short lived. Tears stream
down your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns into abuse and it
goes back to bed leaving you there in the dark. With your stomach totally
empty, your spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15-minute intervals, but your body won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside out and swear that you saw your bum come out of your mouth on the last occasion. You lie there cold and shivering, with eruptions now occurring at 1 hour intervals. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up for the day as you try to climb into bed. You are abused again for trying to get into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept the advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital. The whole day spent (as hangover 4 star) you finally feel well enough to eat again on the following day, with the mention of alcohol making your stomach churn lasts for a week and publicly you vow never to do it again . . . . . Until next time!!!

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Paul,

That is hysterical. I am sitting laughiing out loud while people walk by and look in my door. Sad part is I have been at all defcon levels and can relate :P

Now if we could just find a cure for level 1 I would be happy.

OH, and I opted for grits with cheese and butter for breakfast. So glad I finished eating before I read this or I'd be cleaning my keyboard.

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Hot Mama
At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

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