Sunday, January 24, 2010

Pay up, AA!

Indosserà soltanto un casco e una speciale tuta pressurizzata per superare il muro del suono
Twenty years after the bet, and you lose. Now if only I could remember what we bet. Let's make it a Jeroboam, goddammit, and you can forget the interest accrued!
Queen's English version.
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Arelcao Akleos said...

Hey, let's see how the theory works in practice, Dude. If he lands hale and whole, I win. If he's flambee-ing to his screaming doom, then you win.
The proof is in the crispiness of the critter.
The wager is a mess of grilled sardines and hot peppers, washed down with vinho verde, on the shore of o Rio Douro

1/24/2010 11:11 AM

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