>>  PH> Oh its hardly new. Lou Dripkin first turned tap on it in
the mid-80's.
 >>  PH> Twas the reason we had an early invasion by the 9
breasted wimmin from
 >>  PH> Neptune. Man was that a mess to get rid of them.

 >> You're wrong (as usual). It was Stubby. When he mixed it up the Real Stuff
 >> with Canadian bourbon. Then he carbonated it and sold it under the name
 >> Budweiser. After one can of the stuff he *thought* he was on Neptune and
 >> did some miscalculation. He held up both of his hands against the sun and
 >> counted backwards from 20 and got 9. But you can hardly blaim him for that.
 >> And it was no mess at all to get rid of 'em. It involved a pint of Kerosine
 >> (tm), a rag and an Aardwark (tm). It only took a few minutes.

 PH> Right, and you were there to participate in the debate about whether Real
 PH> Men  eat quiche.

That debate never took place. It's an malignant roumor spread by the feminists.
We were actually discussing if a coconut contains coconut-oil or whiskey. Where
I am you actually get dizzy drinking it. But the monkeys that collects them from
the trees manage to stay sober. Don't ask me why though.

 PH> I think you know where Stubby hid his home brewed Drivel and have been
 PH> partaking of it...liberally. Ok, tell me where you are hiding it. This
 PH> stuff is ...uhm...apparantly...err...much too potent for you to have
 PH> access to. Yeah, thats it. Access....I mean no access....for you, that is.

How dare you deny me access to it? If you follow it through I will set the SPAC
(tm) (Strategic Pidgeon Air Command) in Red Allert and their laser pointer is
aimed at your .

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