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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: InOBU Date: 06 Dec 03 - 05:47 PM HEY! Some one pop over to Toronto and bring Heather and Rick out here!!!! Cheers Larry |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 06 Dec 03 - 05:57 PM Robin wanders back "Anyone for Cheesecake"? No, no, no, the stuff you eat! Robin |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Cluin Date: 06 Dec 03 - 06:18 PM Well, I'm in the mood for some eggnog... a cup of holiday spirit, straight from the chicken's ass! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 06 Dec 03 - 07:30 PM By God! He's figured it out! Golden Retrievers are so called because the are specially bred to retrieve golden pheasants ! Rather pretty things, aren't they? But, what the hell! We gotta have sustenance! You dogs get off your lazy asses and go retrieve a couple dozen of 'em! Fetch 'em back an' give 'em to Mmario. Dunno if he's got any glass to put 'em under but he's an imaginative guy. He'll think of somethin'. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: SINSULL Date: 06 Dec 03 - 10:50 PM soaking...soaking... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Rapparee Date: 07 Dec 03 - 12:45 AM Give 'em to Spaw -- pheasant under gas!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Liz the Squeak Date: 07 Dec 03 - 05:06 AM Peg - singing from the same hymn sheet sister!!! Phroooaaarrrrrrrrr Now slide on over to that bottle of Baileys and lets have a girlie moment..... LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,Stilly River Sage Date: 07 Dec 03 - 11:10 AM Whoa, Sage thinks, as she walks out of the side hallway door where the tiny tavern office is located (and where it looks like the bills were all paid on that VISA card this week, through secure internet servers) we need to have Max come take a look at this computer in here. It seems to have crashed, just like mine at home! (She is ready to turn hers on and tell it C:format and start from scratch!) I'm not much of a performer myself, but I've brought in some old technology, if anyone has a record player around here. I brought some Stan Boreson christmas parodies and four of Ed McCurdy singing some of his Dalliance songs. Just in case no more live music happens (the hot tub is getting full, and so far no one has taken in a musical instrument). |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Peg Date: 07 Dec 03 - 11:14 AM ooh, Liz thanks for that link! I did see The Price of Milk but I think he was short-haired and clean-shaven...he is much hotter as Eomer! Too bad he is all the way down in Australia!!! (Peg begins to drown her sorrows in Bailey's) |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,Stilly River Sage Date: 07 Dec 03 - 01:20 PM I hate to admit it, but I've never tried Bailey's. What's it taste like, Peg? I've had enough of that pumpkin drink for now. Sage leans back in the hot tub, listening to the silliness of Stan Boreson. She squints, rubs her eyes, and peers into the rafters. Who's that up there with the cat? Wait! WAIT! No Cannonballs!Look OUT! Incoming! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: artbrooks Date: 07 Dec 03 - 02:17 PM Hey! I gotta record player! {wonder where I put that crank?} |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: open mike Date: 07 Dec 03 - 06:24 PM what aRE SPICY PUMPKIN DRINKS/ ? i found some pumpkin ale but it didn't taste like squash... here is some cat nip for the kitties...should prove entertaining. and how about a big crock pot of hot spiced/mulled cider to add a wonderful aroma to the air... cinnamon! cloves! orange peel! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Peg Date: 07 Dec 03 - 06:40 PM Bailey's Irish Cream is, to me, a combination of different flavors, like coffee, hazelnut, almond, etc. I am sure it is based on something specific but can't think what that is at the moment...it makes a lovely drink in coffee, with or withour whippedcream, or over ice... One of the nicest compliments/come-ons ever: when, at a casual song circle that happened impromptu around a campfire at the Rollrights, two days after Summer Solstice, a handsome young men with a guitar said to me, after I sang something or other, "Your voice is like Irish Cream pouring over ice." I dunno if it was or it wasn't but he got lucky anyway! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Cluin Date: 07 Dec 03 - 06:47 PM *making a note* ...gotta remember that one... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: MMario Date: 07 Dec 03 - 08:37 PM Peg - I think that is a *very* good description of your voice. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Peg Date: 07 Dec 03 - 08:48 PM Thanks, MMario...it sounded nice with the English accent, anyway... Okay, folks, it's getting a bit too cozy in here: anyone for a dip in the hot tub and then a roll in the snow??? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 07 Dec 03 - 09:01 PM Cozy? Fit all these people into this hot tub for a dip and we'll find out what "cozy" is. May I have my foot back when you're finished standing on it? Oh you're not standing on it? So that's not your foot? Is it somebody else's foot? Well if it's not your foot and it's not somebody else's foot what in the hell is it? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: open mike Date: 07 Dec 03 - 10:51 PM HAS ANY ONE SEEN THE x-FILES ABOUT BIG BLUE? AN AQUATIC MONSTER SIMILAR TO NESSIE WHO WAS IN A LAKE IN--WHERE? GEORGIA? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 07 Dec 03 - 11:42 PM Suddenly the hot tub erupts into a froth of foaming water, beer and human bodies as something leaps from its depths, grabs a rafter, swings up onto it and grins down at the stunned hot-tubbers. "Oh my God!" they shout in unison, "It's... The Bearmat Demon!!! "So what in the hell is The Bearmat Demon?" you ask. Okay, here's the ten-cent answer so you won't have to go back and read all of last year's Christmas Tavern thread... About this time last year John From Hull was auctioning an autographed beer coaster through the Mudcat auction. In proper Hullese an autographed beer coaster is a "Singed Bearmat". That would be a "Signed Beermat" to those of us who spell normally. Anyway, somehow, the "Singed Bearmat" got loose from the auction and found its way into the Tavern where a tankard of some remarkably potent brew someone had cooked up got spilled on it, transforming it from a humble Bearmat into the dreaded "Bearmat Demon". It has apparently been hiding out in the hot-tub since last Christmas and it is angry, hungry and horny. Ignore it at your peril!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: MAG Date: 08 Dec 03 - 02:37 AM Er, there's a crockpot of hot cider "with" floating around already somewhere -- it was in a nice brown bowl but the crock pot kept it hotter. So, Mr. Bearmat, can you waltz? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,catsphiddle Date: 08 Dec 03 - 08:25 AM sorry it has taken me so long to come out of the toilet but I was lost in a fantasy with the pin-up guy!!!! Before you drink the barrel dry Liz fill up my tankard please.....or could I borrow your 4 pinter......I don't have to top up as often!!! Arhhh Dave I do believe you are jealeous about what I can do with crotch/crutch.....does it make you feel inadequette??......... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,the bleary-eyed MMario Date: 08 Dec 03 - 08:42 AM What year is it? Did I manage to get mack from 1842? only 17 shopping days shopping days left for Christmas! (Sixteen shopping days left before the first day of Hannakah!) |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Dave Bryant Date: 08 Dec 03 - 10:14 AM Kat - I think that after the crutches, you'd find that pin-up guy inadequate ! - thank God they've got that handle thing on them sticking out at the top or you might lose them - but where have the rubber things that are supposed to be on the bottom ends gone ? There's plenty of the FFL left - it's a whole hogshead (54 gallons) - should see us for the next half hour or so - hang on Kat - here's a 60 pint pressure vessel. Now lets fill it up, hang it from the beam here, now let me have one of those crutches (better give it a wipe first) now if I attach this end to the tap with duct tape and tape over the other holes, you can put the other end in your mouth (for a change). Right - I'll turn on the tap - is that about the right rate of flow ? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,catsphiddle Date: 08 Dec 03 - 11:22 AM Grand Dave!!!!! Now Dave.....Im not the one using my crutches as a sex aid but hey I won't tell if you wont!!!!!! The group of catters carol singing by the fire is growing...I might hop over there and join them....with my beer of course! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,Stilly River Sage Date: 08 Dec 03 - 03:31 PM Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!How'd I end up out here in the snowbank? There was an explosion of some sort. . .last thing I remember hearing was the description of Bailey's Irish Cream, and thinking it might be time to start drinking coffee. . . Two more bodies stir from within the snow bank, and an arm emerges from the white powder gripping a bottle by the neck. "It's safe, the booze is still safe!" groans Geoff the Duck. In his other hand is gripped the rubber ferrel from catsPHiddle's crutch. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Geoff the Duck Date: 08 Dec 03 - 03:35 PM Welcome oh crutched one! We're really starting to boil. Join us in some of the South Yorkshire Carols. Pull up a pew and CLICK HERE. Brings back memories , doesn't it (Mind you it was only about 30 hours ago... Quack! GtD. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,Loooooooooooooooooooong John Sliver Date: 08 Dec 03 - 05:13 PM Whaal! Blow me down an' call me a lubber if it ain't me old shipmates! Whaal, no it's not, and if ye call me a lubber I'll drive me cutlass inta yer guts and use them to string me mandolele. Ye've not heard tell of a mandolele before, and if ye fill me glass with the best New England rum I'll tell ye about it. Thankee. The things outside do make a man thirsty, and getting the things inside does make a man. We was sailin' the Sea of Storms, we were, off Pizzen Head and we had a good and fair wind for the Langerhans Islands when the Captain espied a mighty flipper just three points off to larboard. We luffed a bit but managed to turn 'er when WHAT in the name of the Great Horn Knife Fork and Spoon is that thing out there that's full o' steamin' wimmen? Landlord, gimme a bottle and git outa me way!!! I've been seven years at sea and this ghost is gonna give 'em an ectoplasmic tickle! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Liz the Squeak Date: 08 Dec 03 - 05:19 PM I've still got my crutches somewhere, but I wore the knobs off them.... Perhaps if Limpit has finished playing with them, we can fix them up as extra drinking aids.... LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: MMario Date: 08 Dec 03 - 06:57 PM A salty young sailor just in from the sea With a beard that made him look older In his hand, tightly clenched was 5 pound, 50 p And he looked for a wench, for to hold her Chorus: Singin' how do you want it, and what do you like? I've been far out to sea for a hundred one nights A lovely young wench will soon be my delight But I fear that I can't hold it back for much longer C'mon everyone! join the chorus the next verse! The salty young sailor went into a pub His excitement had made him grow bolder But the only girl there looked a bit like his Mom So he left for she was so much older |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,Dirty Old Git in the Corner Date: 08 Dec 03 - 07:09 PM I've still got my crutches somewhere, but I wore the knobs off them.... I'll bet that's not the only thing she's worn the knob off of. Heeyuck, heeyuck! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Stilly River Sage Date: 08 Dec 03 - 09:25 PM As the three soggy, steaming Mudcatters climb out of the snowbank and move back toward the door, they see the hot tub, with at least a dozen people in it, begin to churn, rather like a chaldron. Laughter erupts, then a woman lets out an unearthly squeal and shouts Turn down the Jacuzzi! I'd like a cup of that cider, please says Sage as she wraps up in her heavy robe and steps into sandals then moves toward the fire. This isn't the cold shower after the sauna routine she hoped to experience. The tub is beginning to look like a little Mudcat Maelstrom. The cats are beginning to move to the edges of the room, the swan hasn't been seen for a couple of hours, and the ducks are supiciously quiet high in the rafters. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Rapparee Date: 08 Dec 03 - 10:20 PM He sees it, first as a whisp of the ghost of an image and then clearly. A tentacle. In the hot tub. Amidst the girlish laughter and masculine guffaws, a tentacle. Ah, well, he thinks, the giant squid deserves a break as well at the holidays. And who knows? Maybe some real thrills and chills for some. "Landlord," he says, holding out his ten-gallon mug, "fill 'er up with some of that Monogahela Red you keep for yourself." |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,B.M. Date: 08 Dec 03 - 11:40 PM Blake stumbles in, self-absorbed and vaguely aware of his surroundings. He functions only at an elemental level, surmising no further than that the familiar objects - tables, chairs, barstools, wall of liquor - must mean he is in a bar. The stale, musty smell he brings with him is a constant companion, a harbinger of Death if not Death proper. "Seems once I was at a Crossroads," he mumbles to himself. Blake catches a glimpse of the barkeep hunched over a book with the lettersHTML on the cover. Instinctively he saunters in that direction. "I must be at a Crossroads again." "Four Fingers -no, wait," says Blake, correcting himself, "Four Roses, I mean." But I shouldn't have to tell you that, he whispers to himself. "Four fingers of Four Roses, barkeep, if you please." The barkeep looks long at his strange customer. Blake undulates like some sort of billowy shadow and he can't be sure there's a face underneath the brim of the worn fedora. He begins to pour. From nowhere comes the hauntingly familiar strains of the instrumental version of 'The Shadow Of Your Smile.' "Surprised to see me?" says Blake. The barkeep searches the hollows of his eyes. A wry grin creeps across Blake's face. "You should be. How many characters come back to confront their creators? Not many, let me tell you. Disney would short circuit his cryogenic machine if Mickey tapped on his door. Wish I could write a book for you like Kilgore Trout did for his creator, but…." He lifts his drink to his lips and ponders the barkeep through the glass. "I'm your ghost of Mudcat past,"he says with solemn gravity. "You can't act like you don't know me -hell, you know me better than I know myself. You knew what I was going to do even before I did it. And now, I can say you made me what I am today. Which is, nothing...." Blake's demeanor becomes pensive and nostalgic. "I lived, man." 'Peter Gunn' fades up as Blake relives the glory days. "I breathed, I ate, I drank, I womanized." His gaze wanders past the barkeep to a point of limelight in the past, and Blake laughs appreciatively. "Back then, these threads were trembling with my escapades."He downs the remainder of his bourbon and pushes the glass towards the barkeep for a refill. Blake winks. "All because of you, my friend." The bourbon seems to invigorate Blake a little. He turns and takes a few confident steps into the bar's dining area. He looks around expansively and holds his glass high, as if toasting the esteemed patrons, past and present, who graced these hallowed walls with their presence. "'The more things change…'" Blake begins, then trails off. Something catches his attention. "I don't recall the belly dancer being here before. Nice touch. Adds class to the place. Much classier than the lime jello thing." He drops his eyes to the floor and once again seems to be lost in thoughts of the past. He turns and walks hesitantly back to the bar, softly gesturing to give form to a conclusion in his mind that had eluded him before, his footsteps echoing as if the place were empty. The music from nowhere stops. "See, you don't get it, man," Blake began, with a twisted smile. As he continued, he became more animated and fervent, gaining momentum with every revelation he hurled at the barkeep. "You don't realize. You put these things out here not knowing how people are gonna take them. People get dependent on these things, almost as dependent on them as I am on Four Roses. There's an obligation there, a responsibility. You introduce these things into peoples' lives, breathe life into them, nurture them, bring them along lovingly, and they become part of people, like I became part of this one guy, see, who was going through a difficult period, a messy divorce and a suicide attempt and the loss of the love of his life and his job and family and himself, everything, and he sort of, he sort of adopts me, see, 'cause my life is so much more exciting and purposeful than his, see, and he wants my life to be real and his to be some kind of bad dream that he'll wake up from eventually and I live in his head and he sort of becomes me, in a way, thinking 'What would Blake do in this situation?' at times, and then and then… What the hell happened man? I thought you loved me, I was your child you were my God, I the creation You the Creator, but you let me go, let me play the 'My God why hast thou forsaken me' theme, just let me languish out there on them cold threads like old clothes are discarded, you know, like there's no one to wear them anymore so what the hell? and so this guy he sort of goes too, I'm gone he's gone sort of thing. But I'm not really gone, see, I'm just out there in the ether sort of, waiting for someone to revive me, to give me a reprieve from this tortuous limbo, but…."Blake sighs deeply, exhausted of all his energy. The stanzas of an old country tune, the one with the line about 'one more for the road,' fade up as he finishes his drink and motions for the barkeep to pour him just a wee dram more. Blake smiles calmly. "But in the grand scheme of things, it don't mean squat." He downs his drink in one definitive gulp and sets the glass on the bar. Blake prepares to leave. A guest who had been eavesdropping on the tail end of Blake's tirade stops Blake as he turns to go. "Wait," he says, "What about the guy?" "Guy?" says Blake, puzzled. "What guy?" 'Oh Lonesome Me' fades up from nowhere as the barkeep clears the glass away. For the first time this evening the barkeep locks gazes with Blake. He notices Blake's eyes are old and gray, but there's something of a sad smile in them, the kind of smile engendered from the calm and almost welcome acceptance of an inescapably tragic fate. "And barkeep," he says, pushing his fedora back, "a Merry Christmas to ye as well." Blake wraps his trench coat a little tighter around his waist, pulls his hat down over his eyes, and opens the door. There's a brief inrush of cold air and a flurry of snow before 'Thanks For The Memories' fades away. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Amos Date: 08 Dec 03 - 11:50 PM Aww, Jeeze. I missed the original. Man, I hate it when that happens. GImme a single malt. It has been a long weekend, a longer week. But I wish I coulda had some words with Blake, there...man, I sure do. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Geoff the Duck Date: 09 Dec 03 - 05:39 AM The Duck waddles up to the bar, gets a bottle of Young's Christmas Ale, and shuffles off close to the fire, fluffing his feathers out to dry them... He eyes the Jacuzzi suspiciously, not at all happy about the prospect of Giant Squid, but reckons that there are tastier morsels for it than a bedraggled duck. Soon he settles back into a reverie, dreaming of his script for "Macbeth the Pantomime". Every now and then we hear mutterings such as "Is this a dagger I see before me? OH NO IT ISN'T..." or "Tell me children - if you see Birnam Wood move, just shout out It's Moving..." |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Geoff the Duck Date: 09 Dec 03 - 05:42 AM Banquo's ghostly shape drifts across the floor of the Tavern and all the regulars at the bar shout . The duck wakes with a start! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Stilly River Sage Date: 09 Dec 03 - 03:05 PM . . . er, I heard it, did anyone else? It said "It's Behind You"The duck wasn't really that startled! It's just the echo in here, now that Moonglow and the cats and ducks are down out of the rafters. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Geoff the Duck Date: 10 Dec 03 - 04:25 AM Sory for echoing... They keep telling me that Ducks don't echo! I think I need a Pusser's Rum to calm my nerves... Quack! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Dave Bryant Date: 10 Dec 03 - 05:21 AM Actually I think that this would suit a duck much better than rum - it's a drink made from Grande Marnier, Cointreau, and Citronge. I've made up about a litre of it. Just so that you're really feeling comfortable, why not soak yourself in this nice warm bath - until you |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Geoff the Duck Date: 10 Dec 03 - 07:57 AM Can I suggest that you do a turkey impression - take your orange and stick it up your... At this point the doors of the tavern swing open and an icy blast and a large dalmation dog rushes over to the Duck and Bryant. He shakes himself violently and showers half the occupants of the bar with icicles, a particularly large one impaling MMario's left hand, making him drop the martlet he is attempting to thread onto a skewer. Perhaps a case of sauce for the gander? With one voice, the shivering patronage roar "Out, Out Damned Spot!" |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Dani Date: 10 Dec 03 - 08:15 AM Sheesh, I was hoping for a nice peaceful soak. Animals. Guess I'll head around the back and find a quiet spot to get a bonfire going. Come back in a little while and drag some rockers off the porch, will you? I brought some woolly blankets to wrap up in. We can rock and look at the stars while we toast our toes. A mugful of Jack Daniel's, or Jameson's if there be any left, will do just fine. Bee, you're welcome to my banjo, if you'll pick out a nice quiet carol or two for us to sing along. "Said the night wind to the shepherd boy..." Dani |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 10 Dec 03 - 09:54 AM Thanks, Dani. Sorry, but my banjo Christmas carol repertoire is really limited - like zero. How about a nice version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow"? Who's keeping an eye on the Bearmat Demon up there in the rafters? I'm tellin' ya, the little bastard's tricky.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,MMario Date: 10 Dec 03 - 10:02 AM Luckily the Bearmat Demon has an aversion to Squid - so as long as Big Ol' Calimari is relaxing in the hot tub the Bearmat should stay away. Anyone seen my potato ricer? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Amos Date: 10 Dec 03 - 10:27 AM Did some alien just pop in here and ruin the whole evenng, or what? A |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,MMario Date: 10 Dec 03 - 10:36 AM You calling me an alien? Chocolate Bread Pudding after the Wyvern ? or do you think a Cranberry-Molasses Steamed Pudding ? |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Dave Bryant Date: 10 Dec 03 - 10:54 AM You never can trust a duck - now what am I going to do with all this plum sauce, cucumber, spring onions, and all these mandarin pancakes ? - no it wouldn't make a good suppository. Still at least I had a raincoat on when the dog shook itself - mind you I'm a bit damp becaus this mac is rather duff. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,MMario Date: 10 Dec 03 - 10:57 AM Dave - that stuff will all come in handy as soon as the Wyvern is ready (only a bit more in the smoker/sauna!) remember? it tastes like game bird. Duck is a game bird! Viola! |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: Geoff the Duck Date: 10 Dec 03 - 11:18 AM Will you be cooking a Monopoly - it's a game board - or have I lost the threaD AGAIN? qUACK! gEOFF THE cAPSLOCK cHALLENGED dUCK... |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,MMario Date: 10 Dec 03 - 11:34 AM I've always wanted to try cooking a Monopoly - but I hear they have a hard shell that is next to impossible to crack open so as to spread the meat around. And of course (according to the 'cookbook of mythological beasts' no one is really sure if they are fish.fowl or flesh, vegetable or mineral) It seems they just spring up overnight - and each one is unique. |
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT Christmas Tavern 2003 From: GUEST,MMario Date: 10 Dec 03 - 12:00 PM your attention please! e-hem....is this thingON! Whoops! SORRY. |
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