<p>Thanks, Bullet. How many whiskeys is a “few”? I am sure you are feelin’ generous! I’ll start with a Woodbridge Reserve on the rocks, thank you.</p>
<p>I haven’t started sippin’ on my whiskey yet, but I must be seing things. That vanished thread seems to have reappeared, though in a seriously trimmed down version.</p>
<p>oops–thats what I get for doing 2 things at once-- Make that Woodford Reserve (we’ll save the wine drinking for another time).</p>
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<p>If it’s made in Scotland, it’s “whisky.”</p>
<p>If it’s made in Scotland, I’m drinking it…</p>
<p>Barkeep, another round of whiskey for all my manly friends…</p>
<p>To THE DUKE.</p>
<p>Onto a new subject: Today in Manly History</p>
<p>Today in Manly History: The year, 10,052 BC. The place, somewhere in the African Plains in what is now Tanzania. The Man: the cave man Ugh-Ugh.</p>
<p>Ugh-Ugh, walking across the plains, comes across a large lizard-type creature sunning itself on a large rock. Being the hungry man he is, Ugh-Ugh picks up another rock and smashes it at the lizard creature. An errant throw, it hits the lizard (barely), but mostly hits the rock the lizard is sun bathing on. The sparks from the collision shoot off into the dry grass surrounding the sun-bathing rock, igniting a small blaze. Ugh-Ugh make fire!</p>
<p>Better still, the dazed lizard creature falls into the fire. Ugh-Ugh is curious, what is that delicious smell? Its coming from the lizard! He reaches for it, but the fire is too hot for his hand. Instead, he grabs a stick and pulls the now-cooked lizard out of the fire. When the lizard is finally cool enough to handle, Ugh-Ugh tries a bite of the delicious smelling treat! Ugh-Ugh discover BBQ! And BBQ is goooooood!</p>
<p>Ugh-Ugh spends the rest of his life as the man in the tribe in charge of the fire and the cooking of meat on the fire. He wears the skin of an animal around his chest that hangs down to his knees, with cave-dwelling pict-o-graphs that loosely translate to “Kiss the Cook”.</p>
<p>A toast to Ugh-Ugh, the discoverer of fire, and the first King of the Backyard BBQ. </p>
<p>Now, pass the Tabasco….</p>
<p>On June 30, 1953, the first Corvette rolled off the assembly line. Drinks all around…</p>
<p>wouldn’t Ugh-Ugh then believe the lizard was essential for firemaking and always carry a lizard?</p>
<p>I don’t have the pre-qualifications to earn me a spot in this cave so I’m going out to get my growler filled.</p>
<p>maybe set up some bench pressing for a trial membership?</p>
<p>Manly movie request: Scarface</p>
<p>WashDad, great call on the birthday of the vette. Here I was trying (and most likely failing) to be funny, and you beat me at my own game.</p>
<p>Well played, sir. Well played…</p>
<p>A toast to American Muscle Cars. Especially the 68 Mustang driven by Steve McQueen in Bullit.</p>
<p>I’ll still take Porsche>> Corvette. But the newer ones are pretty decent–even in more than a straight line.</p>
<p>Has anyone been to Scotland? That would seem so cool to go to, and I’m studying abroad nearby there my junior year (hopefully).</p>
<p>Oh, and I watched one of those cheesy Travel Channel shows the other day, and they were showing the Guinness brewery in Ireland. THAT would be awesome to go to. Free beer on the top floor!</p>
<p>erh, see posts #131 and #134. Scotland was a blast. Funniest story was playing a round on some local course on Sunday morning. Finished the front nine, and hit the clubhouse for a “quick one” before going out to the back nine. Place was packed with locals drunk off their gourds, and it was only 1030 AM. They must have stayed there from the night before. The “quick one” turned into a two-hour slob-fest, especially after I purchased a few for my new-found “friends”. Can’t remember much of the back nine.</p>
<p>Hate to see what the place was like on a Friday night. Those people know how to drink!</p>
<p>Drinking rules of thumb for Americans:</p>
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<li><p>Never try and stay up with the Russians. You’ll lose and never remember why. Fortunately, they tend to be kindhearted to drunk fools. </p></li>
<li><p>Avoid drinking with Canadians. They’re like Russians-Lite.</p></li>
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<p>You’ll thank me later. :D</p>
<p>Could we at least try?</p>
<p>The Try.
As for niece, She did get into the top 24, but no good enough to qualify for the semi rounds which is the top 16.</p>
<p>cheers to the niece for a great effort.</p>
<p>raise the glasses</p>
<p>Another Man rule related to Bullets Scotland story.</p>
<p>If you go to Scotland try their Scotch. We went with a group of friends and did a pub crawl. At each pub the guys bought a round of scotch…when it came to our friends turn he ordered Canadian Club…the other guys looked at him in total shock. So if you are in Scotland you should order anything that starts with Glen and nothing that starts with Johnny or Canadian!</p>
<p>Now if you are state side and ordering Johnny it should be Gold or Blue and never over ice. Gold runs @ 30 per shot, bad form to dilute it!</p>
<p>I need to get out more and into another group. I never knew that JW had Blue and Gold labels. I am too lazy to mix a drink and to put stale ice into any drink. </p>
<p>And of Mustangs and Corvettes, Any ideas for a recent model car for S. My coffee partner does not recommend anything with a low snout. He had to pull too many out from under SUV’s and PU’s with injured occupants.</p>
<p>Thanks LAXMom. </p>
<p>Anyone who thinks that athletic scholarships are a waste of money and learning, knows nothing of athletics or what it takes to keep a balance mind and body.</p>
<p>New record for 100M men’s track and field, wind assisted. Eugene OR.</p>
<p>LongPrime, TallSon is now driving my 1992 Chevy 1500 pickup – V-6 engine and no air conditioning. Too slow to race or do much that’s stupid, and big enough to take a hit. I can send him to pick up topsoil, too!</p>