My unit is an awesome piece of equipment. All who behold it's solid 3 inches of tremendous girthiness and hot meaty glory tremble in fear. This coupled with my considerable skills as a wine taster have made me a formidable drinker of wine.
A fellow RHP'er has recently accused me, with no evidence at all, of being totally hangover prone and leaving a host of semi-full wine glasses in my wake which I can't finish. I, of course, protested, in jest, that as long as I get drunk I'm happy enough.
In reality, how big do you want it? In my opinion, you must have a glass as big as a bucket if a fatty 3" from tip to tail is not adequate to dip in and smell the full aroma. Plus, I am fantastically skilled in otherways and have dedicated myself to the art of tasting wine straight out the bottle. I have references.
Originally posted by XanthosNZI can smell a capitalist at 100 meters...it's a sort of nausiating vomity sort of a smell.
I can tell what someone had for dinner last night even after they've brushed their teeth and slept.
Hell I can even tell you whether a woman is experiencing punctuation if they aren't wearing perfume. Metallic sort of smell with something else I can't explain.
Originally posted by shavixmirYou knows that'snot funny.
My unit is an awesome piece of equipment. All who behold it's solid 3 inches of tremendous girthiness and hot meaty glory tremble in fear. This coupled with my considerable skills as a wine taster have made me a formidable drinker of wine.
A fellow RHP'er has recently accused me, with no evidence at all, of being totally hangover prone and leaving a ...[text shortened]... and have dedicated myself to the art of tasting wine straight out the bottle. I have references.
And you misspelt hose.
Originally posted by shavixmirMethinks you misunderstand - it is not the size of said hooter that counts, but rather the aroma detection ability. A small and cute button nose is quite capable of containing superior stenchometer powers to the enourmous Julius Caesar roman conk. Size really does not matter.
My unit is an awesome piece of equipment. All who behold it's solid 3 inches of tremendous girthiness and hot meaty glory tremble in fear. This coupled with my considerable skills as a wine taster have made me a formidable drinker of wine.
A fellow RHP'er has recently accused me, with no evidence at all, of being totally hangover prone and leaving a ...[text shortened]... and have dedicated myself to the art of tasting wine straight out the bottle. I have references.
I note, though, that you actually infer you rely more on taste than a full combination of smell, sight and taste.
I am, naturally, pleased to hear of your fantastic other skills and have heard that you are now able to play the entire William Tell Overture by blowing into just 17 part filled bottles.
