You’ve probably heard, apparently there is a new ocean now. It’s called the Southern Ocean. This hit the news a couple of days ago. Judging by its name it sounds like it’s, well, down south. Does anyone know if this is anywhere near Canadia? Asking for a friend. This makes sense if you were in Leakey.
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Canadia sits fedora style atop the once great Country descending into Mr. Crapper's invention.Comment
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Lore has it Canadia is a mythical land known by a scant few and seen by perhaps only one living man. It is said the scales of this modern world must fall from ones eyes in order to view this mythical land and there is only one way to do this - rum. And apparently lots of it. Gage understands this as he is a special friend. I am just an ordinary friend. I would however be there for my fallen friend, who apparently tripped over a blade of grass on his way to Canadia, and gladly help that friend back on his feet. That is what friends are for, even just ordinary friends. To be there and to support his friend. And to make fun of him. Cheers Bull. You are funny as shit when you’re drunk.Comment
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Grumpy Old Codger - Sadly not weekly any more. Bastid BREXIT. Told it is possible to achieve same effects with beer - but try as I might - Canadia stays hidden over the horizon. -
Hilarious! Wish I was there to experience it firsthand...and the rum!
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Twas indeed my intro to the magnifico of the Rum.Originally posted by barbagris View Post
In honest fairness, the mighty pie chased with CC forced upon my aged pickled self by Gage, what done me in.
But not for Ron, I would have awoke in the morn on the same concrete that befell and marred my left knee.
Final note: I awoke with no hangover and I NEVER PISSED MYSELF while pissed!!! 🤪🙃😘Comment
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Now Steve, I know you have a serious time margin over this humble (yeah rite) Caribbean. But the art to drinking rum (and good Nat67 sourced Cider) is knowing in advance that leg collapse is imminent.
On thus detecting, one calmly sits down - hugging one's 6Litre bucket of Caipirinha (or Barrel of Cider) to avoid loss of said to the plebeian majority. One lays back upon the herbage - snoring rhythmically - until some kind damsel takes pity and covers you with a Sheepskin Flying Jacket (other covers are acceptable - but inferior).
Good Rum has no hangover effect. EVER!.
Now then - it is a bit sweet, maybe, for those above the meridian of the Tropic of Cancer, but a glass or six of KRAKEN Dark Spiced Rum is known to cure most known ailments. Canadia may remain hidden for while - but practise makes perfect.Comment
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Here I offer a brief Acectdote.Originally posted by barbagris View Post
Many moons whence - A certain Trinidadian born Creole, at the tender age of 18, was accompanied by his paternal grandfather to a certain public house - with their communal relative. Now said grandfather was of the opinion that said Trinidadian was, as yet, unaccustomed to the revelries of a "Public House". And despite being an imbiber of hopped Barley, was less familiar with the joys of joys of aged apple juice. The said intermediate familiar was well aware and gave due warning - though, it must be said, not force-ably.
The Trinidadian made aware his usual choice of refresment to the the lady of the house with a jovial "Pie'nt of scrumpy m'dere" - and said Grandfather followed suit. The Intermediate familiar stuck to "Best Bitter".
Said Grandfather lost use of legs after 3 pints. Much mirthing took place.Comment
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If you listen to the flat earth theory there is a whole hell of alot of land and water we don't know about.Comment
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Actually if you could find some old 1500's maps you will see ALOT the deep state has hidden from us and our historyComment
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* Twilight zone music starts playing in backgroundComment
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This is exactly what took place to the best of my recollection.
Frank: Steve, I want you to try my favorite rum.
Steve: I don’t like rum. (begins growling like a rabid Rottweiler and muttering something about a wooden leg). I drink whiskey!
Frank: Just try it, it’s really good!
Ron: I’ll try some!
Frank: Pours Ron a glass of Diplomatico rum. Ron takes a sip.
Ron: Wow! That’s rum? That’s really good!
Steve: Alright quit hounding me, I’ll take a sip. Frank gives Steve a shot of rum.
Two hours later, Steve throws the empty bottle in the trash and with a thunderous voice declares “ARRRRGH, more rum for me and me crew!” You got any more of that rum?
Frank: I thought you didn’t like rum?
Steve: I love rum. It’s whiskey I don’t like.
Then, since someone drank all the rum, Steve proceeds to empty Gage’s bottle of Canadia Club, from the great and mysterious land of Canadia. Enough! declares the old Washington gruffian, time to rest these ragged old bones. On his way back to his cabin, Steve decides to prank the neighboring cabins like any good prepubescent 12 year old would and since he could barely walk upright, busts his ass in the process. Thankfully Ron was there to pick him up and take him back to his cabin.
Next morning, with no hangover because as you say good rum won’t give you a hangover, Steve wakes up and asks why his sheets are bloody. Now I’m reasonably confident no man you or I know has ever uttered those exact words before. He banged himself up pretty good. No hangover and no memory is both a gift and a curse. We told him he said all kinds of crazy things, some true and some not. He believed most of the false stories, a few of the true ones.
That afternoon Steve goes to the liquor store and buys another bottle of Diplomatico. He should have bought two as that evening would prove. Steve is one funny dude. And a rum drinker too.
Footnote: Some of the above facts may be true, others may not be.Last edited by LabRat; 06-12-2021, 07:17 PM.Comment
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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣Comment
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I was soooo drunk I slept thru all that! 🥴😞😭Comment
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Clint, you worked your ass off taking care of everyone. You had to have been exhausted. Thanks for being such a good friend to all and taking care of us!
Barbagris, if you like rum, you owe it to yourself to try Diplomatico. It’s a very nice dark spiced rum but not too sweet. It’s dangerously delicious. Unfortunately it comes from the commies in Venezuela. -
Frank, people like those friends and you make it all well worth it. Tiring yes but I don’t consider it work. 🥰
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I gave a young bartender a few ounces of my Green Dragon one time, it's grain alcohol infused with marijuana. Next time I went in, he gave me some homemade rum he distilled himself, he said it came out at 160 proof, he cut it with water to 80 proof. Pretty nasty stuff, we couldn't drink it, might have been a good substitute for formaldehyde, idk, I believe that it still sitting on the shelf at my club a dozen years later.Comment
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LabRat - I have probably tried just about South American Rum - Including Diplomatico. Though I have not tried their "Ambassador"- Not will I at 240Euros a bottle.
And quite a few "native" Cuban rums. Gotta love Fidel!.
Absinthe anybody?
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