There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Hey AP, I heard that in Russia, beer is counted as a soft drink; is that true?
No? Who told told you that? People in Russia have the exact same attitudes on beer. In fact, Russians do not even consume as much beer as lot of the European countries do, or the American South. However, our vodka consumption is the #1 in the world.
Hehe, you tell that boorish pleb, Khaan! Beer is flavoured horsepiss compared to wine. Even though I never really drank either...![]()
*hrumph* The next time you call beer drinkers uncouth or boorish, you should consider this:
-Wine is made from rotten grapes; even animals know how to get smashed from eating rotten fruit and do so in the wild.
-Beer, on the other hand, requires sophistication and actual technology, not just some old ladies walking around on a bunch of grapes and sullying the juice with their overripe feet. In fact, there is a theory that one of the major contributions to civilization was the invention of beer and beer-like products (such as Sake) which require sterilized water, and therefore were the primary source of both clean water and calories for people for millennia.
So: which is really better, rotten fruit mixed with smelly old lady feet or one of the founding pillars of civilization? Me, I put it forward that beer is the more sophisticated.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Wine is just as an acquired taste. More so for me. I can't stand wine but LOVE beer.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
i like both. wine is better with women though...
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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