Attention February 12, 2007
Posted by daveintexas in Ducks.trackback
I have just made the perfect martini.
Oh yes, I have.
UPDATE: I made another one.
Oh yeah.
UPDATE TO THE UPDATE: Bartender, set em up again. I’ll just sip on a couple of these and re-read the dialog between Lipstick and KC.
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Here’s my recipe for the perfect martini:
Pour 4 oz of Valu-Rite Gin into a martini glass.
Wave the Vermouth bottle in front of the martini glass three times.
Drink & Enjoy.
Hold the shaker in front of Enrico val Dioncini, the inventor of vermouth.
You want a taste.
2 hundred. . .and 40 dollars. . . .oh yeah uh worth-o-pudding.
A martini? ehhh! I wanna dip my balls in it!
then you can drink it.
I’ll make another.
My balls sweat ambrosia.
Why am I not surprised to find that upon the rare occasion I check out what’s going on in this neck of the woods late of an evening, i find Dave getting schnockered and Wickedpinto wanting to teabag Dave’s martini. Perfect.
The perfect martini:
Open a bottle of Dr. Pepper.
Drink the Dr. Pepper.
Mmmmmm…
Miss Buzzkill over there on the penguin thread will probably feel the need to tell you there’s no period after the Dr in Dr Pepper.
Olive? Twist? Inquiring minds want to
live vicariouslyknow…Two medium small olives. No more than that, otherwise it’s a little too salty.
Am I pathetic if I’ve never had a martini? I really don’t do hard alcohol well after a little “alcohol poisoning” incident my freshman year in high school and I’m scared to try anything hard now. Except a margarita.
No, at least I don’t think so. You sound sensible to me.
But I’m sober now, so take that into consideration.
Ok, I’ll talk to you later on tonight.
PJ, you may want to prepare yourself well in advance if you want to try a martini. First one is always a little tough, being pure alcohol and all.
But after a while, you get over that initial shudder and eventually begin to enjoy the taste.
My buddy drinks dirty martinis. That I could never get used to. Why not just drink from the toilet?
I don’t think anyone has said this yet:
“Martini’s are like
wimmin’sa woman’s breast, one is not enough but 3 is too much.”Who originated that quote?
Random Thought:
I should start a new moronblog called,
“What’s With All The Pillows?”
Every Guy would understand that statement.
Of course I wouldn’t have anything to say on that blog either.
Sad really.
dave in Texas,
Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I wish you were my Dad.
I could use a martini and some chocolate.
geezer, was it Dean Martin?
RWS, that’s so funny, I was wishing that myself this past Saturday night. What a coincidence.
What’s a dirty martini?
That’s the problem, the initial shudder when one drinks hard alcohol. My whole body pretty much goes into convulsions and I feel the burn all the way up into my nose. Not pleasant.
Beer is just so much smoother. I think I’ll stick with my Newcastle. I only need one to get a really good buzz going. Shhh, don’t tell anyone. I prefer my image to be that of a lush.
Newcastle’s good stuff.
I’m not much for gin or vodka. I prefer the smooth taste and buzz of a really good bourbon, neat.
Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I wish you were my Dad. My, my, my said the spider to the fly . . .
dirty martini = you add a little olive juice
and give me a fookin Newcastle!!!!
I actually heard a guy say this in London.
You can pretend that you don’t like this song.
It won’t work. You like it. I know it, you know it, we know it.
Yep, that’s a good one LRB.
I just bought a 250gb external harddrive and am ripping all my CD’s to it. So far I have 40 ripped. Why am I doing this, you ask? I set Media Player to shuffle and its like the ultimate radio station; uninterrupted music for hours at a time and I know I’m going to like every song. Sweet.
Did your granddaughter finally teach you how to use the pc Brew?
The clapping in the video is absolutely retarded.
Good 70s set though. Nice hair. The clothes. Yeesh.
Cool Fender Toranado.
Huh. Left handed bass player and lefty on rhythm guitar. Don’t see that every day.
Other than that I’ve always hated this f’n’ song.
It’s Cool Change I can’t stand. Damned hippie song.
Did your granddaughter finally teach you how to use the pc Brew?
She’s two years old so she has to dumb it down a little but yeah, she’s trying.
Loved LRB when they first appeared. Great vocals and harmonies. Excellent sound.
They actually came to the Spud State a couple of years ago and played the county fair. Pissed me off that the Only song they didn’t play was my favorite…
Long Way There.
The soundman said they just got sick of playing it.
Great song and Smooooth Guitar work in the solo.
They did a really slow version of Night Owl. I liked the fast version better. I’m going to listen to it now.
I think
Glenn Shorrackand Beeb Birtles were Christians, I had a Christian album of theirs (still do?). Nope, I take that back, it was Graham Gobles and Beeb Birtles.Gobbles? Gobbles!
Mark Farner, of some band I can’t remember, also was born-again.
Farner or Varner?
I drank a Bloody Mary once that had a jalapeno stuffed olive in it. Talk about Fire in the Belly.
How I longed for a celery stalk that day!
Is celery stalk a euphemism?
Mark Farner,
Of the top of my head, I think it was Grand Funk Railroad.
Is celery stalk a euphemism?
Compos, lol
Euphemism?
I think someone just created another category.
Compos dear. I had plenty of euphemism that night. No worries there.
Only at IB can euphemism become a euphemism for sex.
KC, I sent you an email (finally).
Sweet.
Easy on the euphemism business. I’d rather not think of Dave’s salty olives, thank you very much.
That’s right. We’re gonna have a drinkee. Or three.
(small) salty olives
Dang, I was replying to compos, not skinbad.
We’re gonna have a drinkee
Is that a euphemism?
You wish.
Make that one salty olive, skinny.
I do believe that dave had one of his olives removed about ten years ago.
Should we tell them, Lipstick? About our clandestine rendezvous?
Bart, I heard a comedian talking about having one removed, and found out they make prosthetic nuts. Doc gave him the option of putting it in or just leaving the one. Asked him before the surgery if he wanted to see it, so the nurse threw it over to the doc.
Doc said “this one’s too big”.
Nurse: “that’s the smallest one they make”
Or should we just torture them with vague hints, KC? heheheheeee
Don’t worry Lipstick. We’ll be together soon…..
I yearn for the day….or night….
*groan*
I’m going to go splash some cold water in my shorts now.
IB’s Best.Thread.Ever.
Going to lunch now.
I’ll miss you, KC
I’ll be waiting for you…
Thanks Nancy!
Going to lunch now.
Is that a euphe . . . never mind.
POP!
Martinis taste like nasty chemicals to me. Must be an acquired taste.
Retired Geezer, if I ever qualified for a “man card”, it would probably get revoked for this, but I have to admit that I love pillows. I can’t get enough of them. When I see a bunch of pillows on a couch or a bed, or on the floor, or wherever, it just says comfort. I am a man who appreciates luxurious throw pillows.
Hammer, meet left thumb.
BAM!
* wave of pain, nausea *
ok, I’m ok now.
Sandy, you can meet up with Lipstick and me. We like pillow fights.
LESBIAN PILLOW-FIGHTING 3-SOME!!!!
Mmm, mmm. Happy Valentine’s Day from the ladies of IB!
Damn it, I’m no Rosetta.
As for prosthetic nuts, I think they’re called neuticles. People get ’em for their dogs after they’ve been “fixed” (a very cruel euphemism).
I think they’re called neuticles.
Sooo, if the dog were a Pirate, they would be Nauticle neuticles?
Hey Dave, is the spa hot yet?
My favorite Far Side cartoon, a dog in the back seat of a car, talking to another dog outside,
“And after we go to the post office, we’re gonna go to the vet so I can get tutored”.
See? I’m not the least bit distracted by KC and Lipstick’s girl pillow fight banter.
Nope. Not at all. Uh uh.
Damn it, I’m no Rosetta.
Sorry about that, dude. I just got confused by the fluffy pillow and Condi Rice obsession.
Won’t happen again.
My mom’s nickname was Sandy. Maybe that’s why I think of Sandy Burger as a mother.
I’ll pass on the multiple pillow fetish but I wish Condi was running for VP.
Martinis are nasty. Shnapps, on the other hand…
in oki, I had the best roommates.
We all liked different licquor so noone drank my scotch, or petes gin, or kings piss beer. Same with our friend lou who was vodka.
I love when things like that happen. Then again, the way we drank licquor the bottles would last more than a month. get drunk on beer, chill with licquor.
Damn it, I’m no Rosetta.
Ixnay on the enial-day, Sandy. Just go with it.
And take pictures.
Damn it, I’m no Rosetta.
Do you think you can hide from me here?
*pulls out shotgun*
How do you do italics on this bastard blog?
So was this the plan? When AoSHQ breaks down everyone comes over here?
I will assume that my copy of that memo was lost in the mail.
Haarrrumph!
We’re like one of those nightclubs with no listed phone number.
Welcome!
The memo went out to all male lesbians and you showed up. Your motion to “haarrumph!” is denied.
Rosetta Of The Manly Stones! What’s up dog?
And what’s the password?
*holds pillows in Ear Boxing position*
How do you do italics on this bastard blog?
See, Rosetta, you do that with HTML tags, just like in the Old Comments Thingy at AOSHQ.
Shoot me an email if you need a copy of my Commenting For Retards brochure.
Commenting For Retards
Do you have anything more basic than that? I finally figured out how to do everything at ace’s and then he goes out of business. Typical.
So…like are you guys all drunk already?
Rosetta Of The Manly Stones! What’s up dog?
Thanks for making me feel butch, Kevlarchick.
What time do the strippers show up?
the Rosetta Stone.
hehehehe
I find that humorous after the first martini.
No password for you, Junior. We don’t allow *outside* strippers up in here.
Sandy, give me a pillow….sandy, c’mon…..dude! Share the fucking pillows you greedy bastard!
Tell you what, Rosetta. I’ll give you a password, but you have to pinky swear that you won’t tell Tushar about this site. If he shows up, all pretence of exclusivity around here is going to go down the drain.
If he shows up, all pretence* of exclusivity around here is going to go down the drain.
Isn’t Bart already posting here?
*Had to quote your comment before you corrected your typo.
Bring on Rosetta and Bartressa.
I like em.
I like getting Tushar fired by linking stuff that’s not safe for work and then not telling him so I will be disappointed that I won’t be able to do that to him here as well but, so be it.
What do I need a password for? Is there a section of this site that’s adults only or something?
I don’t really care about seeing wiserbud and JackStraw wrestle naked again.
So you can post dude.
Be a stupid blogger.
I’m a stupid blogger, I recognize us.
and I for one, welcome a co-blogging commenter,
who has had the courage, the courage in his life, to embrace that he is a man-lesbian.
how many of us could do the same? not me.
not me.
Not fair. I had to start my own blog.
Bastages.
Anyway, a perfect martini is Sapphire shaken violently so the little ice crystals form a perfect 1 micron thick layer on the surface. No vermouth. Never.
Does Dave in Texas have a ride home? I don’t think he can drive.
I think I would be good at posting crap and would feel honored. Is there a rule book I need to read first?
I don’t know how to do anything except make stupid comments at this point.
I’m assuming posting hard-core farm porn is out?
I’m assuming posting hard-core farm porn is out?
We don’t want to offend the
UtesYouths at Camp Geezer.What do I need a password for? Is there a section of this site that’s adults only or something?
Yes. It’s where we post all the pictures of our orgies. Don’t bother looking; you won’t find it. We only admit individuals who have been found worthy after serving honorably as Probationary IB Commenters.
No vermouth. Never.>/i>
measblue,
Winston Churchill said that the perfect dry martini is made by glancing at the vermouth bottle briefly while pouring the gin freely.
Need a leetle more work on those closing tags, Sparky.
Isn’t Bart already posting here?
Yes, and Wiserbud, to our eternal shame. But we still have a shred of dignity left, which will be lost if the likes of JackStraw and Tushar show up.
Once, I had a dream that Innocent Bystanders would be a dignified forum for erudite commentary on matters of public importance. Now, I’m posting on corkscrew pig schlongs. Please, people, allow me to retain what little self respect that I have left.
Dave forced my hand.
Ass Kicking Sour Apple Martini’s
3 parts Vodka (Val-u-Rite of course)
2 parts dekuyper’s Sour Apple Pucker (Schnapps)
few drops of Vermouth (or not)
Lemon Drop
4 parts Vodka
3 parts Triple Sec
2 parts fresh squeezed lemon juice
Shake with crushed ice, strain into glass, garnish with
Mrs.lemon Peel.Hey boss, check the spam bucket please.
Need a leetle more work on those closing tags, Sparky.
I’m just learning this prehistoric code crap for the first time tonight so cut me some slack, geoff! It’s like a foreign language.
How much extra was it for the italics button? Can we start a fund raiser?
Hey boss, check the spam bucket please.
Yup, you were in there with a zillion phentermine ads. I’ll bump your comment.
Rosetta needs to read the About section to find out just what the heck we stand for.
He also needs to commit to making at least one comment per week at the Best Ever Video Post at IB
mesablue writes great shit and he’d be a gonzo contributor too.
he has a fabulous haircut.
he has a fabulous haircut.
But is he Clean *and* Articulate?
he has a fabulous haircut.
#3, baby.
RG, I bathe daily.
I don’t need the keys yet, I’m still learning how to drive.
Blog rolling me would be nice, though, since I’m one of the 7 1/2 blogs that blog rolls IB.
Bastages.
Blog rolling me would be nice, though, since I’m one of the 7 1/2 blogs that blog rolls IB.
Done.
I am giving you a coveted position on the Innocent Bystanders Blogroll for three reasons.
1. You are a fan of Michigan football.
2. Geoff has quit blogging, so I can delete him to make room for you.
3. I actually read your blog, using the “Friend Surfers” feature on my dashboard.
4. I’ve been hitting the Jack, and I’m in a good mood.
I am listing these reasons in order of importance. If you were not a Michigan fan, I would not think twice about adding you to the blogroll.
I’m one of the 7 1/2 blogs that blog rolls IB.
I don’t really know how many sites have us blogrolled, but based on the hits I see, I would guess it’s about 25-30.
AOSHQ is not one of them, because you don’t get blogrolled there unless you ask.
I don’t ask. Ace’s blogroll is about a yard long and it is meaningless.
2. Geoff has quit blogging, so I can delete him to make room for you.
Sigh.
mesa, I blogrolled you.
that can bag you 4 regulars and 3 really pissed off Swedes.
goodbye and good luck
Speaking of olives…
Rosetta, quick, how many olives do you have?
Cool beans.
While I love the maize and blue, I wish I didn’t live just down the road from AA. I’m heading out to shovel right now in 6 degree weather so I don’t have to shovel as much first thing in the morning. Fun.
Yes, and Wiserbud, to our eternal shame.
What the…? What the hell did I ever do but show the utmost of respect for everyone here (well, everyone except Bart, but that’s just standard netiquette, from what I understand)? And this is the thanks I get?
Plus, the man-lesbian is offered the keys to this joint on his first visit. Meanwhile, I spend a year or so here, trying to bring a just little humor into your otherwise dull and pathetic lives and what do I get? Nothing. I mean, come on..cat blogging? updates on hot tubs? RECIPES
Geez, at least I didn’t need a Dummies Guide to HTML to make my comments format properly.
Ya know, with just a few more comments like this, I may just start spending more time at Kevlarchick’s blog or {shudder} Hot Air. You don’t want me to do that, do you? DO YOU?
I wish I didn’t live just down the road from AA.
I wonder sometimes how many people living in Ann Arbor understand the name.
Olive buster.
(By the way, I breathed life into this blog. Until I showed up, this place was tumbleweeds.)
(By the way, Wiser, you’re lucky to mentioned in the same sentence as Bart.)
Pity from Bart. Great.
How low can I go?
Aw, jeez Wiserbud. Surely you know by now that being ridiculed here is a sign of love.
But, I grok that you are feeling neglected.
So, c’mon. Give me a big hug. That’s right, I want a big hug from you. Right now.
[Just ignore the pelvic rubbing. That is totally incidental.]
Wiserbud has a good point. He’s been here a long time and he’s funny as hell.
I never really liked Grand Funk Railroad.
I have to say, though, this song is a timeless classic.
Thank you, Lipstick. At least someone recognizes my contributions.
I ♥ you.
Michael, I could never stay mad at you. C’mere, ya big lug.
Hey, is that a crayon in your pocket?
*blush*
Hey, morons, I’m trying to remember a song from the ’70s.
I know it has the lyric “Chevy” in it. No, it’s not American Pie. Help me out here.
Speaking of America,
Well I tried to make it sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on monday and I got myself undressed
Hippies sing pretty.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to post any Bread.
Is it about making love in a Chevy Van?
Bart, you have done it again. Amidst all your lame YouTubes, you have dredged up a genuine classic.
Your are going to the Main Page!
I saw America play at a festival once. My buddy and I were drunk and we kept yelling “Horse With No Name!” over and over. Even after they played it, we just kept yelling it out after each song.
We got some pretty strange looks, but we thought it was funny as hell.
I want to see a video of “Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road”.
That’s funny, in May I’m going to see America in Malibu. A college girlfriends reunion.
I got it!
(Wait. What lame youtubes? Today I gave you Little River Band’s Lady. Lady, dammit.)
Anyway, sorry, it wasn’t Chevy, it was flatbed Ford. Do you know the song now? It has one of the best opening lyrics…
Well, I’m running down the road trying to loosen my load, I’ve got seven women on my mind.
Four that wanna own me, two that wanna stone me, one says she’s a friend of mine.
My buddy and I were drunk and we kept yelling “Horse With No Name!” over and over.
That right there is why you are not getting the password to the IB Secret Site™ where we post our orgy photos with the IB Wimmens. We just don’t need the embarassment.
I’m just learning this prehistoric code crap for the first time tonight so cut me some slack, geoff! It’s like a foreign language.
This Fifth Element quote seemed appropriate:
That right there is why you are not getting the password to the IB Secret Site™ where we post our orgy photos with the IB Wimmens.
I always knew that my wild past would catch up me some day. Considering you reasoning, I guess I can’t really argue with your decision.
Besides, I’m sure the any photos that you will get from the man-lesbian, midget/ottoman fetishist are going to be a lot more interesting than anything boring old me could offer.
Well, I’m running down the road trying to loosen my load
They have medication for that you know. You don’t have to run down the road.
Wheres compos on that one?
Though I guess he was trying to NOT loosen his load.
Come to think of it, I would have been better off just shitting my shorts on the sidelines in my lawnchair. Oh well, hind sight is always 20/20.
compost menti kills a lot of threads, doesn’t he?