Except that we've been using the word "milk" in English to refer to the whitish watery drinkable extract of plants for centuries, with written examples dating back over 600 years. So yeah, no.

http://www.oed.com/view/Entry/118437?rskey=oiLhN2&result=1#eid

So...I go to John Lewis if I'm an old man who wants to look at little girls through a telescope?


The Man in the Moon had silver shoon
And his beard was of silver thread;
He was girt with pure gold and inaureoled
With gold about his head.
Clad in silken robe in his great white globe
He opened an ivory door
With a crystal key, and in secrecy
He stole o'er a shadowy floor;

Down a filigree stair of spidery hair
He slipped in gleaming haste,
And laughing with glee to be merry and free
He swiftly earthward raced.
He was tired of his pearls and diamond twirls;
Of his pallid minaret
Dizzy and white at its lunar height
In a world of silver set;

And adventured this peril for ruby and beryl
And emerald and sapphire,
And all lustrous gems for new diadems,
Or to blazon his pale attire.
He was lonely too with nothing to do
But to stare at the golden world,
Or to strain at the hum that would distantly come
As it gaily past him whirled;

And at plenilune in his argent moon
He had wearily longed for Fire-
Not the limpid lights of wan selenites,
But a red terrestrial pyre
With impurpurate glows of crimson and rose
And leaping orange tongue;
For great seas of blues and the passionate hues
When a dancing dawn is young;

For the meadowy ways like chrysophrase
By winding Yare and Nen.
How he longed for the mirth of the populous Earth
And the sanguine blood of men;
And coveted song and laughter long
And viands hot and wine,
Eating pearly cakes of light snowflakes
And drinking thin moonshine.

He twinkled his feet as he thought of the meat,
Of the punch and the peppery brew,
Till he tripped unaware on his slanting stair,
And fell like meteors do;
As the whickering sparks in splashing arcs
Of stars blown down like rain
From his laddery path took a foaming bath
In the ocean of Almain;

And began to think, lest he melt and stink,
What in the moon to do,
When a Yarmouth boat found him far afloat,
To the mazement of the crew
Caught in their net all shimmering wet
In a phosphorescent sheen
Of bluey whites and opal lights
And delicate liquid green

With the morning fish — 'twas his regal wish —
They packed him to Norwich town,
To get warm on gin in a Norfolk inn,
And dry his watery gown.
Though St. Peter's knell waked many a bell
In the city's ringing towers
To shout the news of his lunatic cruise
In the early morning hours,

No hearths were laid, not a breakfast made,
And no one would sell him gems;
He found ashes for fire, and his gay desire
For choruses and brave anthems
Met snores instead with all Norfolk abed,
And his round heart nearly broke,
More empty and cold than above of old,
Till he bartered his fairy cloak

With a half waked cook for a kitchen nook,
And his belt of gold for a smile,
And a priceless jewel for a bowl of gruel,
A sample cold and vile
Of the proud plum porridge of Anglian Norwich —
He arrived much too soon
For unusual guests on adventurous quests
From the Mountains of the Moon.

Yeah, I've had it before and I don't really find it to be that tasty. Too watery.

I think I'm allergic to lions. My eyes just got all watery. *sniff*

*quality

Extremely watery rendition

Man...I miss Shakey's pizza-They had this uber-thin crispy-cracker crust and the ingredients in the late 70's (last time I saw Shakey's pizza open) were of a definably (through-taste-bud-memory), much higher quality. But maybe I've simply killed my taste buds from abuse...

I agree with whoever said essentially though, if you start with good pizza ingredients, you can't go too far south.

I too, dislike a ginormous amount of dough with a bite of pizza...thin-as-hell crust rocks-Stayed in Chicago for 2 months, never hadda slice of pizza-But I DID slam all-manner of Polish and German fare in small restaurants in the part of town I was staying in. Fresh bakeries of varied ethnicity is what I remember most-The BOMB is, fresh baked!

I do a deep-type dish pizza whenever I make a batch of dough and split it into two balls instead of three...But mines' not all runny and watery an shit like some glopstrosoties I've had...it's all in the water(vegetables) on the top-

Yeah, and fuck a buncha pineapple on pizza....maybe onna vacation camping-out as a have-to-I'm-famished boost...

Man, they had some great visibility to shoot this with.

Trying to do this right now myself, but instead of submarine, just trying to design and build a sailboat from a mix of preexisting boating materials and my own designs. Probably won't get as far as he did. This is good stuff (even if it looks like a watery coffin).

Gee, that would have to be about the least efficient way to get a lot of caffeine into you. A few shots of straight coffee would work wonders, or some of those caffeine pills, or... well, pretty much anything but huge fucking tubs of sugary, watery crap with some caffeine in them.

Um, and you so fucking WOULD be able to drink 48 cups of coffee if each of those were just a shot. Stop thinking about coffee as coffee + lots of other liquid and it becomes much easier to consume large quantities.

Some good information here, but also some narrow views on how people consume their coffee.

And yes, I LOVE me some coffee, although I only have 2 double shot coffees a day, I do love them... am in the process of repairing a $700 coffee machine (bought cheap as it wasn't working) just so I can make better coffee at home

Cool that it freezes and all, but .......the mostly non-mixed frozen drinks taste like crap. All the water freezes, you drink all the syrup out that doesn't freeze. Then what you're left with is a very watered down drink, and if you are still thirsty you gotta buy something else or drink that that weird tasting watery drink.

The gas station chains that have the mixing frozen drink machines seem to fare better for me in the taste department. Dunno if it's the straw or the way it's mixed, but it doesn't taste super sweet at the beginning and doesn't taste like a watered down soda at the end.

$500,000 house arrest fees? wtf....how about you wikileak your daily expenses assange. Thank god hes under house arrest otherwise what would it cost to keep him afloat? If you havent, you should really look up Julians inner musings on his sexiness and irresistibility...heres a small sample.

"I've always found women caught in a thunderstorm appealing. Perhaps it is a male universal, for without advertising this proclivity a lovely girl I knew, but not well, on discovering within herself lascivious thoughts about me and noticing raindrops outside her windows, stood for a moment fully clothed in her shower before letting the wind and rain buffet her body as she made her tremulous approach to my door and of course I could not turn her away.

"But then, just when one might suspect that men are krill to the baleen of female romantic manipulation, I found myself loving a girl who was a coffee addict. I would make a watery paste of finely ground coffee and surreptitiously smear this around my neck and shoulders before seducing her so she would associate my body with her dopaminergic cravings. But every association relates two objects both ways. She started drinking more and more coffee. Sometimes I looked at her cups of liquid arabicia with envious eyes for if there were four cups then somehow, I was one of them, or a quarter of everyone one of them..."

It's not the dissenting opinion that leads to insults.

It's the utter suspension of deductive logic when presented with objective, tangible facts.

"Running across a watery surface can be dangerous, get it QM?

You see:
              -Water is often wet.
              -Wetted surfaces provide less friction.
              -Lower friction tends to convert potential energy into kinetic.
              -When potential energy is converted quickly, i.e. at high velocity, into kinentic,
               lots of Force is generated.
              -When that force is met by an equal and opposite force, high entropy
               is generally achieved


Therefore:
              - since the bones in your skull are usually less resilient, able to absorb energy,               than the opposing force of a ceramic or concrete poolside
              - the greatly increased energy of your brain matter will likely disperse itself               across a larger area of space.

You see how that chain of events could result in needless suffering?"

QM - "Well you see, what you leftist fools fail to wake up to is the that fact that poolside "safety" rules are simply more big gov'ment regulation disguised as "social justice".
All heaped on top of the hard-working American job creators by those dimwit Marxist Taxocrats.

..And another thing, about Obama.."

blah blah blah..
>> ^MarineGunrock:



Genji, you ought to know better than to lay down ad hom just for a dissenting viewpoint.>> ^GenjiKilpatrick:
Really, QuantumDickface has a nasty little habit of disconnecting from all reality to defend his "anti-liberal" agenda.
Tho sometimes he's mildly humorous.. meh. = \

Never ceases to amaze me how the cameras filming these tsunamis so often pan away from the fleeing people who's plight we're interested in, out to the watery deluge...

Also, isnt't it pretty much insane that those two watery orbs in the front of our skull, plus the grey goo inside the skull, can decode photons into colors and eventually into a coherent threedimensional view of the world.

Nature has created some awesome bits of organic machinery.

I want to know what chain of events leads to it sounding so watery