I'm not a very good Southern gentleman yet. I've not had a mint julep ever.

On a side note, I have been reading me some Truman Capote, whose style I tried to imitate in this latest article I wrote for a regional magazine. The story subject wrote back after reading his review copy and said, "I like your prose style!"

sucks to yr asthmar

ha ha cool

do you know what was capote's favorite drink?

(this is not a rhethorical question)

??

I'm guessing it starts with an m...? & rhymes with bent tulip?

ha ha no i just found out, apparently it was a very very strong screwdriver:

http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2007/11...s_glory_d.html

anyway i must run out: madame !@#$%!'s excursions to goodwill uncovered a goldmine of boomer vinyl records-- she brought home pink floyd, jefferson airplane, the stones-- at 99 cents each-- but i say the vein hasn't yet been exhausted and i must dig deeper...

Goodwill usually means VG- at best. I have made an occasional M- score there, but it's rare.
Here's hoping your needle survives!

#, I just read something like that, too. But in google pursuit of an answer, I ran across this interesting link: http://bangordailynews.com/news/t/li...2063&zoneid=14

hurray

i got a MINT 3-record set of Turandot featuring Maria Callas. looks like it's never been played.

also fished out another rolling stones record (between the buttons, adding to hot rocks), santana-abraxas, crosby still & nash, and, hm.. what was it... dave mason? i figured, for 99 cents, almost brand new, i'd give it a try, peddle it on ebay, or return it within 7 days.

it wasn't a gold mine after all, but a tiny pile of boomer joy-- the rest of the stuff my local goodwill gets are shitty records from the 50's and 40's-- a lot of ancients here.

BUT for extra bonus we found this cool as shit little armchair, the weirdest thing ever, we had to have it for $26.

they are my standard as of late, but yeah they are summery drinks i suppose. in the winter i'll take a shot of jack in my coffee, thank you.

you are welcome sister

i am officially plastered, and loving it

came to the computer seeking a recipe

i must go now, but your tennessee whiskey does not impress me

i'll make you a proper cocktail

actually an irish coffee might work, minus the pussy whipped cream

good night

irish coffee is good shit but it's easier to dump a mini bottle of jack in my travel mug and go. takes the edge off when it's 20 degrees.

and some half and half and some sugar

poverty irish coffee FTW

appalachian coffee, then?

tennessee & all...

I'm trying but you make it hard for me to do so.

wnat are you guys mumbling about?

time for a 3-egg omelette

Why put
this sadness inside of me
Why be so matter-of-fact
Why put this one bit of hope in me
You sold me out and that's that
I hope that you're having fun with me
There's not much left to attack
I hope that you're nearly done with me
You sold me out and that's that
All sold out i'd never seen
A mind so tangled, a girl so strangled
All sold out well i felt so green
It was just like that
I was put down flat
I was sold out just like that
Oh baby
All sold out i'd never seen
A mind so tangled, a girl so strangled
All sold out well i felt so green
It was just like that
I was put down flat
I was sold out just like that
I missed
the point of you doing it
Your mind has just jumped the track
I took a bit different view of it
You sold me out and that's that
Hey hey, that's that

the vinyl with this brings back memories from fifteen yrs ago for me

poverty is thy/MY name.

life is overrated.

Good morning, Mr. Poopypants.