I'll be getting to the Rocks at about 5-6 pm.. probably get some food in Jacksons and then just take it from there.. I'll give you a call Quack

I had some extra work crop up, don't think I can make it there that early - don't worry, I'll be there when it counts

You mean like as in 'wroger' and 'wrascal' and . . . .

How does someone not f@*&^ng know what a hobbit is??

(SLAP!) Sorry, it's the 5 Sam Adams Cherry Wheat Ales talking.....my apologies if I offended anyone.

Just to let you know, we will not be brewing this down in Q Branch unless specifically requested!!

Easy there, Piers. One more and you might have to sleep on the bathroom floor tonight. Two more and you might not notice.

Sure you haven't been sampling that mixture of everclear and warp coil plasma?

Careful Piers, a friend of mine snet this to me after a HUGE lunch/dinner/evening a few years agao. It is a hangover rating description.

(Minor language warning.)

1 star hangover *
No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last night was a mere disco nap, which is giving you a whole lot of misplaced energy. Still able to function relatively well. However, you can drink 10 bottles of water and still feel as parched as the Sahara. Even vegetarians are craving a Cheeseburger and a side of fries.

2 star hangover * *
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the attention span and mental capacity of a stapler. The coffee you chug to try and remain focused is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a full English breakfast. Although you have a nice demeanour about the office, you are costing your employer valuable money because all you really can handle is some light filing, followed by aimlessly surfing the net and writing junk e-mails.

3 star hangover * * *
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely a space cadet and so not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your alcoholic friends after the bouncer kicked you out at 1:45 a.m. Life would be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen donuts and a litre of coke watching Good Morning Australia with Bert. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 2 Sausage Rolls and a litre of diet coke yet you haven't peed once.

4 star hangover * * * *
You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing and you can't speak too quickly or else you might honk. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you either missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving or it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the dodgems, depending on your gender. Your teeth have sweaters, your eyes look like one big vein and your hairstyle makes you look like a reject from the class picture circa 1976. You would give a weeks pay for one the following - Home time, A doona and somewhere to be alone, A time machine so you could go back and NOT have gone out the night before.

5 star hangover * * * * *
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits next to you. Vodka vapour is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you. You'd cry but that would take the last of the moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty good right now. Your boss doesn't even get mad at you and your co-workers think that your dog just died because you look so pathetic. You should have called in sick because, let's face it, all you can manage to do is breathe... very gently.

6 star hangover * * * * * *
You arrive home and climb into bed. Sleep comes instantly, as you were fighting it all the way home in the taxi. You get about 2 hours sleep and the noises inside your head wake you up. You notice that you bed has been cleared for take off and is flying relentlessly around the room. No matter what you do you know you're going to chuck. You stumble out of bed and now find that your room is in a yacht under full sail. After walking along the skirting boards on alternating walls knocking off all the pictures, you find the toilet. If you are lucky you will remember to lift the lid before you spontaneously explode and wake the whole house up with your impersonation of walrus mating calls. You sit there on the floor in your undies, cuddling the only friend in the world you have left (the toilet), randomly continuing to make the walrus noises, spitting, and farting. Help usually comes at this stage, even if it is short lived. Tears stream down your face and your abdomen hurts. Help now turns into abuse and it usually goes back to bed leaving you there in the dark. With your stomach totally empty, your spontaneous eruptions have died back to 15-minute intervals, but your body won't relent. You are convinced that you are starting to turn yourself inside out and swear that you saw you bum come out your mouth on the last occasion. You lie there cold and shivering, with eruptions now occurring at 1 hour intervals. It is now dawn and you pass your disgusted partner getting up for the day as you try to climb into bed. She/he abuses you again for trying to get into bed with lumpy bits of dried vomit in your hair. You reluctantly accept his/her advice and have a shower in exchange for them driving you to the hospital. The whole spent (as above Hangover 4 Star) you finally feel well enough to eat again on the following day, with the mention of alcohol making your stomach churn. This effect of sight or smell of alcohol making your stomach churn lasts for a week and publicly you vow never to do it again..... Until next time.

i waz definitely ******

LOL

I've got the one that goes with that

The Five Stages of Drinking


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LEVEL 1:
It's 11:00 on a weeknight, you've had a few beers. You get up to leave because you have work the next day and one of your friends buys another round. One of your UNEMPLOYED friends. Here at level one you think to yourself, "Oh come on, this is silly, why as long as I get seven hours of sleep (snap fingers), I'm cool.".

LEVEL 2:
It's midnight. You've had a few more beers. You've just spent 20 minutes arguing against artificial turf. You get up to leave again, but at level two, a little devil appears on your shoulder. And now you're thinking, "Hey! I'm out with my friends! What am I working for anyway? These are the good times! Besides, as long as I get five hours sleep (snaps fingers) I'm cool.".

LEVEL 3:
One in the morning. You've abandoned beer for tequila. You've just spent 20 minutes arguing FOR artificial turf. And now you're thinking, "Our waitress is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" At level three, you love the world. On the way to the bathroom you buy a drink for the stranger at the end of the bar just because you like his face. You get drinking fantasies. (like,"Hey fellas, if we bought our own bar, we could live together forever. We could do it. Tommy, you could cook.") But at level three, that devil is a little bit bigger....and he's buying. And you're thinking "Oh, come on, come on now. As long as I get three hours sleep...and a complete change of blood (snaps fingers), I'm cool.".

LEVEL 4:
Two in the morning. And the devil is bartending. For last call, you ordered a bottle of rum and a Coke. You ARE artificial turf! This time on your way to the bathroom, you punch the stranger at the end of the bar. Just because you don't like his face! And now you're thinking, "Our busboy is the best looking man I've ever seen." You and your friends decide to leave, right after you get thrown out, and one of you knows an ...after hours bar. And here, at level four, you actually think to yourself, "Well....as long as I'm only going to get a few hours sleep anyway, I may as well....STAY UP ALL NIGHT!!!! Yeah! That'd be good for me. I don't mind going to that board meeting looking like Keith Richards. Yeah, I'll turn that around, make it work for me. And besides, as long as I get 31 hours sleep tomorrow ...................cool.

LEVEL 5:
Five in the morning. after unsuccessfully trying to get your money back at the tattoo parlor ("But I don't even know anybody named Ruby!!!"), you and your friends wind up across the state line in a bar with guys who have been in prison as recently as...that morning. It's the kind of place where even the devil is going, "Uh, I gotta turn in. I gotta be in Hell- at nine. I've got that brunch with Hitler, I can't miss that." At this point, you're all drinking some kind of thick blue liquor, like something from a Klingon wedding. A waitress with fresh stitches comes over, and you think to yourself, "Someday I'm gonna marry that girl!!" One of your friends stands up and screams, "WE'RE DRIVIN' TO FLORIDA!!!!!"- and passes out. You crawl outside for air , and then you hit the worst part of level five- the sun. You weren't expecting that were you? You never do. You walk out of a bar in daylight, and you see people on their way to work, or jogging. And they look at you-and they know. And they say..."Who's Ruby?" Let's be honest, if you're 19 and you stay up all night, it's like a victory like you've beat the night, but if you're over 30, then that sun is like God's flashlight. We all say the same prayer then, "I swear, I will never do this again (how long?) as long as I live!" And some of us have that little addition, "and this time, I mean it!"

LOL LOL

I was wondering why the obligatory prayer was left out of yours, Hurls...nobody with a hangover is an athiest. Paraphrasing a quote from Matthew Broderick in "Ladyhawke": "Lord, I know I promised never to do this again. But You know that I am a weak man."

Fair call

And wouldn't you know, the first email I get this morning is from Jaws....

....OK - in celebration of England's fine win (and it was a great game) we'll carry the English rose for a couple of days!

Good to see that alcoholic advice - now is the time I really need it.....

Wasn't that the game we had the bet on?

Doh...

Oh well, Jawsie, at least the street party was fun - next time, we can bring some more Sydneysiders, and find a spot where we can hear what people are saying

OK, only for a few days though! Well done England.

Hope you guys had a great time! I must say, the Aussies played so well I'm tempted to put up the Wallaby icon for 24 hours after that!

u iz stirrin'

Wombie.

Well done, but shouldn't the Empire statement show "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot"

LOL LOL

congrats jaws - the best side one...

i mean won. i iz still an idiot

Don't push it..... LOL

Oh yeah...just wanted to pat everyone on the back for sustained effort with submissions....when we started, I think we were about 750,000 behind the wizards - now we're 605,000 or so behind (I think I got it right this time, Ray). That's a fantastic effort from a small group - well done people!!!
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Well played England (Football Cup thingy) um, hi all . . . have a great week

Finally finished off my first native 1.12 game. I think the triple whammy of no 1 IP bug, tweaking my racial picks to jack up PQ (at the expense of diplo), and going with 5 Incredible AIs for the first time, all combined to make this one take FOREVER; but 35K is a nice score for a Medium.

Things are really tightening up near the top of the ladder. With Thanksgiving weekend coming up, this should be a wild week.

Well done Samurai! Does Thanksgiving mean people will play more, or less?

Hi Ginata!

Have a good week Special Forces!

Wombie:

Most of us in the U.S. will have a 4-day weekend over Thanksgiving. Even with family commitments, most people should have more time to game than they usually would.