
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
Fifo is not quite dead yet, just sleeping or perhaps they've nailed him to his perch? Pluto is no longer a planet which I'm sure has Clyde Tombaugh quite cross. Some crazy Indian has finally decided to change the name of his restaurant from "Hitler's Cross" to "Hilter's Floss". And finally, there is a tropical system brewing in the tropics named Ernesto. Frankly, they should name storms after tyrants since they both kill people and take away your property. I would love to see the next storm named after Fifo.
Apart from that, I leave you with a photo of a reddish egret taken at Tigertail Beach in March Island, Florida. From the lagoon. Be safe and here's a little something for you folks in light of Ernesto:
Hurricane: 1 ounce light rum, 1 ounce dark rum; 1 ounce Bacardi 151°; 1 ounce lime juice; 1/2 ounce grenadine; 2 ounces orange juice; 3 ounces passion fruit juice; 1 teaspoon superfine sugar. Shake it over cracked ice and enjoy.
Ciao Infidels
“I never for a day gave up listening to the songs of our birds, or watching their peculiar habits, or delineating them in the best way I could.”
-- John James Audubon
1 comments:
Nice photo of the egret. Thanks for the drink recipe!! The best kind of hurricane. Have a great weekend!
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