marcos is actually quite tickled to be able to enjoy neighbours that are in his opinion far superior to Auntie's Kuhnklub and the associated Swinelry. None of the people around here spend their time trolling on the internet for suckers on which to unload some PoS otc-bb/pinksheet 'stock', or thinking up new arachnid- or blunt instrument-based logins with which to do so. Hardly anybody here spends much time in prison for securities fraud convictions. You can park a jeep anywhere, though other tastes exist as well - for example, i personally prefer a mid-size bulldozer, which offers the capacity to make space if one is not readily found, and at the same time commands enough respect that people don't open their doors into it and scratch the paint. But i digress. No, no PoS pumping - people have better things to do ... for example, the fermenting of various juices - if you want to discuss the fine points of the fermenting of grape juice, there are two extremely knowledgeable families on this very road who can go into the process in great detail. And for barley juice, the guy with the first farm on the left after the sharp corner knows a thing or two, though for responses in complete and comprehensible sentences it's best to ask him before noon. The man's an artist - among his activities is the use and repair of recycled oaken barrels, which infuse his fermented grape juice with those almost-metaphysical ambrosial qualities. A psychic cooper? - you decide. But don't expect him to promote some dubious share paper to you or for you - that's just not his thing. And he's not likely to invite you and 110 of your friends to Vegas either - more likely München in Oktober, and he will try to sleaze a free ticket for acting as tour guide and beverage tester. But it's not like being Auntie's neighbour - no, not the same thing at all. I think i prefer it.
Could the word for which this particular arachnid derivative is searching be 'rePugsnant'?
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Looking forward to the long winter nights when there's time for this stuff ... cheers, all |
