When I was on Holiday...
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I went to The Bundaberg Rum Distillery[^] Behind a very large electric fence was the "Bond-store" where AUD1.2 Billion (yes Billion) dollars worth of rum is "maturing". They export 4%: 3% to New Zealand and 1% to the rest of the world. No wonder the Norwegians on the tour didn't really know what the fuss was about, and it explains why I don't understand a lot of Aussies! The tasting at the end is worth the entry fee in itself.:beer:
I don't speak Idiot - please talk slowly and clearly "I have sexdaily. I mean dyslexia. Fcuk!" Driven to the arms of Heineken by the wife
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I went to The Bundaberg Rum Distillery[^] Behind a very large electric fence was the "Bond-store" where AUD1.2 Billion (yes Billion) dollars worth of rum is "maturing". They export 4%: 3% to New Zealand and 1% to the rest of the world. No wonder the Norwegians on the tour didn't really know what the fuss was about, and it explains why I don't understand a lot of Aussies! The tasting at the end is worth the entry fee in itself.:beer:
I don't speak Idiot - please talk slowly and clearly "I have sexdaily. I mean dyslexia. Fcuk!" Driven to the arms of Heineken by the wife
Andy_L_J wrote:
Behind a very large electric fence [...]
Interestingly it used to be just a plain old wooden fence. Then @Michael-Martin found out about it and they had to up the security a tad.
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I went to The Bundaberg Rum Distillery[^] Behind a very large electric fence was the "Bond-store" where AUD1.2 Billion (yes Billion) dollars worth of rum is "maturing". They export 4%: 3% to New Zealand and 1% to the rest of the world. No wonder the Norwegians on the tour didn't really know what the fuss was about, and it explains why I don't understand a lot of Aussies! The tasting at the end is worth the entry fee in itself.:beer:
I don't speak Idiot - please talk slowly and clearly "I have sexdaily. I mean dyslexia. Fcuk!" Driven to the arms of Heineken by the wife
How you got out?!
Skipper: We'll fix it. Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this? Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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How you got out?!
Skipper: We'll fix it. Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this? Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
Kornfeld Eliyahu Peter wrote:
How you got out?!
You get a ticket that tells you how many rum's you have to drink - drink that many and you get out!
I don't speak Idiot - please talk slowly and clearly "I have sexdaily. I mean dyslexia. Fcuk!" Driven to the arms of Heineken by the wife
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Andy_L_J wrote:
Behind a very large electric fence [...]
Interestingly it used to be just a plain old wooden fence. Then @Michael-Martin found out about it and they had to up the security a tad.
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Kornfeld Eliyahu Peter wrote:
How you got out?!
You get a ticket that tells you how many rum's you have to drink - drink that many and you get out!
I don't speak Idiot - please talk slowly and clearly "I have sexdaily. I mean dyslexia. Fcuk!" Driven to the arms of Heineken by the wife
Andy_L_J wrote:
how many rum's you have to drink
Too few I imagine! Otherwise you won't able to get out yourself :-D ...
Skipper: We'll fix it. Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this? Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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There is special "G20" style security for MM types.
I don't speak Idiot - please talk slowly and clearly "I have sexdaily. I mean dyslexia. Fcuk!" Driven to the arms of Heineken by the wife
Won't stand a chance against the Martin-O-Pult[^]!
