aridhol's Journal: Indeed I Is

For those who haven't had the opportunity of passing up a drink of Newfoundland Screech.....er....Screech, I heartily recommend you do so. Pass it up, that is.

But now, indeed, I is a screecher, from a ceremony that goes something like this:

Host: You want to poison yourself on stage?
Me: Sure, I'm already drunk, why not?
(Host & I go on stage)
Host: Is ye a screecher?
Me: Indeed I is me old cock and long may your big jib draw.
Me thinking: WTF did I just say?
Host: Take a shot of this and let me know how it feels.
Me: (Drink) Aaarrgh!! (The reason behind the name of the drink.)
Host: (hits me with a paddle) In the name of Davy Jones and the Lord Thunderin' Jesus, I declare ye a screecher
Crowd: (Drinks)

So now, I'm "officially" a newfie, although I've been living here for the last two years.

Hehehe...

[loucura!]

So when you invade Quebec, does that they'll be lighting your sticks of dynamite and throwing them back too?

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[loucura!]

Damn, I guess I should head up there to become a newfie. That should have been "... does that mean..."

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[tomhudson]

For those who don't get it, Newfies to Canada are like Aggies to Texas, or Bush to everyone else ...

Q. What do you do if a newfie throws an hand grenade at you?
A. Pull the pin and throw it back.

And what' so wrong with Screech in your coffee? (don't knock it if you haven't tried it - its GOOD) :-)

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[aridhol]

Probably nothing wrong with screech if it's mixed. Try a straight shot of it then tell me how you feel.

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[tomhudson]

Try a straight shot of it then tell me how you feel.

Great ... *hic*

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[aridhol]

I'm only a Newfie through the screech. In Real Life (TM), I'm from BC, so the military sent me as far from home as they could and still keep me in Canada. After the weekend, I'm convinced that the screech is the reason for the well-known Newfie intelligence level.