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Re: Me too, but I'm never really sure if it wasn't just the company.
posted by
2902
on December 11, 2011 at 1:57 AM
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I remember nice wine in my dreams.
posted by
UtahJay
on December 10, 2011 at 5:39 PM
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Re: Re: Re: ReYes, and I remember you referring to the 6-pound stuff as plonk. I:
Bring on the junglespeak! I'd still much rather have you beside me! - Bob
posted by
2902
on December 10, 2011 at 5:32 PM
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Re: helloooooooo
Right back atcha! Thank you! - ob
posted by
2902
on December 10, 2011 at 5:30 PM
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Re: Re: ReYes, and I remember you referring to the 6-pound stuff as plonk. I:
Well done Bob you were up against bang bang poor Ginny but I expect she loved it really.
Once you get known you will do well erotica is jungle talk too simple for your taste I hope, but having said that when you can't beat them join them, but don't take the wife.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 10, 2011 at 7:17 AM
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helloooooooo
posted by
Straightforward
on December 10, 2011 at 7:01 AM
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Re: ReYes, and I remember you referring to the 6-pound stuff as plonk. I:
never forgot that.
The poetry slam was ... interesting. It was the first time for this particular group. You signed in for $5 and chose to either have 5 minutes on open mike for whatever OR a 3-minute stint in the slam, a contest. We had 8 poets and here's how it went: each read his/her stuff and the verdicts of five judges picked at random from the audience narrowed the field down to 4. These 4 reduced to 2 and then down to 1.First prize was a Suffern Slam t-shirt and $50, second (that was me) was $25, and third was $15. The others were much younger and their stuff was mostly rap, except for one very sweet-looking young girl whose opening line was "I hate men", and every fifth word was "fuck". It was fun to do, recorded on video, and emcee-ed by a funny, genial physics teacher from the town's high school. Ginny enjoyed it and had forgotten that my opening poem was that love poem about her and me - she blushed and everyone loved her. Now see, you should have been there to advise me. When it came to the shootout at the very end, I went with my St. Patrick's Day Parade poem, which is great for reading aloud, but I was up against this twenty-year-old guy who was known by everyone there and wrote rap love poetry. Those young girls who did the judging wanted erotica, not parades. And I had some good ones I could have read - that's where your coaching would have come in handy.
Like I said, interesting, and I'm definitely going again.
posted by
2902
on December 10, 2011 at 6:35 AM
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ReYes, and I remember you r referring to the 6-pound stuff as plonk. I:
posted by
2902
on December 10, 2011 at 6:11 AM
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Re: I don't mind helping you with tthe taste test.....no not at all
Sounds like fun. Maybe Wiley and Ginny can play Scrabble while we check it out.
posted by
2902
on December 10, 2011 at 6:09 AM
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Believe me Bob it is all in the mind after the first taste whether it costs twenty pounds a bottle or two hundred. Of course I never never buy that stuff more like reduced to 6 pounds. How was the poetry session? 
posted by
C_C_T
on December 10, 2011 at 12:25 AM
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I don't mind helping you with tthe taste test.....no not at all
posted by
Kabu
on December 9, 2011 at 2:53 PM
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