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i've a dinky little jemima puddleduck tin filled with a very fragrant earl grey *donates it to thread* i like the aroma better than the flavour more often than not but this one i have hopes for.
I agree completely, butters - too often Earl Grey is cheap tea dust masked with overly strong, synthetic bergamot flavouring. Teapigs do a decent one with whole leaf Darjeeling and real bergamot, but there are plenty of other good ones - I hope yours does you proud.
Iced tea is like iced roast beef. It's technically possible, but why on earth would you want to?
you've obviously never tasted the tap water around these parts.
and the macaroons look like nat shermans. i want coffee or sugar or booze or bread. not even cock is appealing right now. unless it's got bread bowl balls, a chocolate dick and whisky cum. this is probably a time tea should be drank.
drunk.
drink.
things just got redneck in here.
Because you never invite me over any more.
I miss your tap water and stale bread parties. And the forced marching, and the cheerysing-songs.
and the macaroons look like nat shermans. i want coffee or sugar or booze or bread. not even cock is appealing right now. unless it's got bread bowl balls, a chocolate dick and whisky cum. this is probably a time tea should be drank.
drunk.
drink.
things just got redneck in here.
I believe Mr Yeltsin adopted a similar tactic. And I love your choice of music. Makes me want to take back Georgia.
Say "bread bowl balls" five times fast! I just tried, and I can't do it.
you're not getting your fucking hands on georgia.
my god. balls turns into bawls ending with a twang.
Oh, do PLEASE record that...See? I thought about recording it, but I couldn't even get through it!
Oh, do PLEASE record that...
Inspired by dolf and butters: for all those wishing to recover from last night gently and traditionally. Here be crumpets and muffins, lashings of home-churned butter and honey from our own bees. Here the open inglenook fire flickers against the mellow brick, and mocks the howling wind. Here is soft music, warm blankets and fine, fine tea.
Coffee is also available, of course, for our heathen American friends.
Come one, come all. But please keep your voices low...
Des, you are a lovely man. I am American Indian and I did not recover gently and traditionally...
I almost drowned in my tea pee.