Iron City was a loverly beer from Pittsburgh, back in the day. Culled from the sparkling waters of the Monongahela or Allegheny, whichever carried the heaviest outflow from the steel mills that day. A most bracing brew, and for a buck or so a sixpack what could go wrong? You both should have the privilege of quaffing it, just as I did.
This Drug motif, on the BNLux country, is the sequel to Rotter's Sex motif'ed one.
ReplyDeleteThe VCPs you owe me are uncountable.
ReplyDeletePay up.
Not you, Publius.
ReplyDeleteWhoever you are, Publius, I owe you a glass of fine port for your inspired comment.
But there's some leftover Narragansett in the back of the fridge for you, Rotter.
ReplyDeleteNever has so much been owed to so few (me) for so many slights and dishonesties (yours and Tecs').
ReplyDeleteHeck, if you're that upset, you can take a sixpack of Iron City to go with that Narragansett.
ReplyDeleteWhat are friends for?
ReplyDeleteIf they win the Megabucks/Powerball lotteries they are for leeching from.
ReplyDeleteA small price to pay for winning the Megabucks or Powerball.
ReplyDeleteNah, I got squat.
You always get squat. It's a theorem.
ReplyDeleteStatisticians call it the Null Hypothesis.
ReplyDeleteWhat's "Iron City"?
ReplyDeleteIron City was a loverly beer from Pittsburgh, back in the day. Culled from the sparkling waters of the Monongahela or Allegheny, whichever carried the heaviest outflow from the steel mills that day. A most bracing brew, and for a buck or so a sixpack what could go wrong? You both should have the privilege of quaffing it, just as I did.
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