>>1897
The are three radio stations held in esteem by the educated Russians:
1.Echo of Moscow
http://www.echo.msk.ru/
along with the Novaya Gazeta paper this is the last remaining vestige of an independent public sphere.
Most important liberal journalists such as Latynina, Venediktov and Ganapolskiy work from here. Still it's owned by Gazprom.
2.Voice of America
American state radio initiated by Zbigniew Brzezinski. It's somewhere to the right from Glenn Beck but it can afford more than anything transmitted from Russia. As opposed to BBC, EuroNEWS or Deutsche Welle all VoA channels are run by autonomous editors and not by translators.
3.Silver Rain
http://www.silver.ru/
Primarily a music channel; Never listened to but my buddies like it a lot. Ran the "Silver Overshoe" prize every year, usually granted for plagiarism in the entertainment industry. Last year's ceremony (http://video.yandex.ru/users/row-het/view/532/) caused a tremendous outrage since it was focussed on the mock elections, the resulting mock trials and the corruption in the mock church; not a single line was dropped about music. It was presented by a (former) pop star and a (former) tv comedian; both booted last year for their involvement in the liberal opposition.
I'd love to learn about similiar networks in any of the languages spoken here :)

Bulgarian being my native language I also speak fluid English and French, mediocre Russian, broken German and a tiny bit Japanese.
Though I only get to use the English IRL, sadly.

Functional but not exactly fluent in French. I'm told my accent is like a Québécois street performer on acid, but it gets the job done.

I'm having trouble finding an online source.

In Pearland, Texas there were a few gas stations and head shops where you could get them.

You said tobacco shops, have you tried a head shop yet? I've found that a lot of stores that sell paraphernalia also sell Lucky Strike Unfiltered.

i went to QT they sell them there just like 9 bucks a pack

Djarium Black. Smoke one and sit down for a VERY long time.

Lately I've been quite absorbed by the italian jazz scene, and I do believe that jazzers like Nicola Arigliano and Paolo Conte are truly a gift from the music gods.
Arigliano
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOHTETAySSw
Conte
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUxrJAM9px0

>>2147
Oh, i was almost forgetting!
Another Conte's masterpiece:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjftpMe6h8c

I would have to say the music of Dave Brubeck can be quite stimulating. It is jazz of the most unusual and wonderful variety. Unsquare Dance is an especially sophisticated number.

Marksmanship is a talent most suitable of any gentleman especialy when hunting fowl such as doves

One mustn't forget defending one's honour in a duel, old boy.

War can be necessary, I believe, but it is always undesirable. Unfortunately, that's the case with many things in life, and there's little most can do. I greatly enjoy combat simulations, but I am opposed to the idea of joining any modern armed force in a combat role.

As for pure marksmanship, I own two air pistols and an air rifle. Considering the risk to myself and others and the hassle involved in getting a firearm, I'd rather not. I do not trust myself with having one at home.

Ranting aside, I, as you might have guessed, agree fully with what you say, OP. It is relaxing and entertaining, as well as it provides a fun way to spend time or compete with ones friends.

Consumption can be classy. Winston Churchill was classy. And when a woman said "YOU sir are drunk!" he replied most epically, "You ma'am are ugly, and I will be sober in the morning!"

Many of the world's most noted gentlemen partook of cannabis. In fact, it is posited that the bard himself smoked this fine herb.
Here is an article I found highly interesting: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2001/03/0301_shakespeare.html

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>>1411
If you are such an untrustworthy cad that a little intoxication removes from you the very vestiges of civility then you have no place here. If gentlemanliness is to be but a facade of false habits, a dainty filigree of lies we place upon ourselves to obscure our underlying lout then what worth has it?
If a man's spine is so weak as to be bent under the slightest intoxication he is merely a con. If fine weeds, poppy milk or absinthe rob you of all sense of good conduct then what would a woman's intoxicative charms leave of you but the true husk of depravity which so worries you that you would avoid insobriety at all costs in order to conceal it.
Good day.

The Siberian breed of Husky, is of a quiet, yet noble countenance. My Russian companion is of rugged endurance, yet quite... eccentric, believe it or not, in his advanced age.

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I own a Golden Retriever. A bitch, to be precise.

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Pic related; not my old dog though.

German Shepherd/Collie mix.

RIP Skamp.

>>1538
95% of their songs had the same generic guitar riff in the beginning.

Mr B, the gentleman rapper ... and his notorious rival Professor Elemental.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cIb7WMytBg

What's the connection between a black man and a tree? A rope.

What did the leper say to the prostitute? Keep the tip.

What do Nike and the KKK have in common? They both make black men run faster.

Two friends meet in a bar and talk about what they gave their wives for their birthdays. One man says "I have her a diamond ring and a new BMW", and the other one asks "why two presents, wasn't one enough?", to which the first replies "if she doesn't like the ring, she can drive the car to the jewelry store and return it". The second one then says he gave his wife a pair of slippers and a dildo. "Why the dildo?", asks the first one, and the second man replies "if she doesn't like the slippers she can go fuck herself".

(PHILISTINE)

The best anecdotes one can share are those of one's own misfortune.

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Tally ho, chap! Let me tell you of my own unique instance in which I actually found myself conversing with a true man of the jungle! Unlikely as it may seem, this is to be take entirely for truth, I assure you. It began one fine day, as I sat upon my plantation porch watching my workers--not slaves, mind you, I am a man of refinement after all--in the field toiling amidst the cotton and tobacco plants. Most were of the negro variety, but I see that they too resemble my form and as I take care of my dogs, so I should care and fraternize with these who are very nearly my own kinsmen of special descent. Working beside them were the men of lower class, but this story concerns little if then, except a particularly rowdy caucasian--in skin only, I assure you--who had chosen to take a fight with Wilson, one my most trusted Negros, for singing one of those spirituals of his people. I of course take no offense to this less-than-refined expression of self,seeing as it does come from a less-than-refined species of man. Orson, the Caucasian, would have none of that though. Seeing an intervention necessary, I hurriedly walked to the site, after removing my house shoes and changing into my field wear. Entering the vicinity, Orson saw and shouted--pardon my French; I am merely delivering the man's words--, "hot damn! The n---erlover is gonna settle this s--t!?" Even with my refined censorship, I am shocked at his crass attitude, but still I must continue. Orson whipped a pistol--a pistol!--and pointes the damn thing at my countenance, so seeing my death nigh, I did as any sane man would do and began shouting my will in death for the world to hear, as I had no recorded history of such. Seeing an opportunity to redeem myself, I declared a large portion of land--nearly half an acre--be left debt free to the Negros. My hopes were certainly met, as Wilson saved my life. Grabbing the overseers whip from his horse--even paid workers need motivation after all--he slashed with skill as I had never seen, cleanly severing the gun, as well as a few fingers, from Orson's hand. And so I actually found myself thanking a negro! Oh, the humanity...

As not to be misunderstood, bidets shoot water AT your butt, not IN your butt. That is all.

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I must object quite strongly, good sir. Why should one's water closet be cluttered with such an unsightly, extravagant, indiscreet appliance when the small device pictured here does the same job far more easily and efficiently?

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>>2088
I hope to think, sir, that you do not speak of that unsightly hose. Its mere presence remains unspeakable, like my third daughter, who continues to enjoy a rather discreet life in the basement's hidden room.