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Guinness Book of World Records
Smallest Bottle of Wine - Retail
WHO:Steve Klein of Klein Designs
WHAT:3.2 cm (1.2 in)
WHERE:Encino, California, USA
WHEN:1999
TSteve Klein of Klein's Designs, Encino, California, USA, produces hand-blown miniature wine bottles standing 3.2 cm (1.2 in) tall and with a volume of 0.75ml (0.026 fl oz). Each bottle is corked, sealed, and labeled. Limited to 1,000 bottles per type of wine, each issue is accompanied by a formal certificate. Prices currently range from $20 to $90 for a bottle of Gros Frere et Soeur 'Richebourg' which has a 24 carat Gold Seal.
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Can You Swim?
Nasreddin had an old boat which he used
to ferry people across the river. One day,
he was taking a university professor to the
other side of the river.
"What is the square root of 9?" asked
the professor.
"I don't know," Nasreddin answered.
"How do you spell horse?" asked the
professor.
"I have no idea," answered Nasreddin.
"Didn't you study anything at school?"
demanded the professor, surprised.
"No," said Nasreddin.
"Then you lost half your life," said the
professor.
Nasreddin was silent for a little while.
Then he said:
"Can you swim?"
"No," said the professor.
"Then, you have lost ALL of your life,"
said Nasreddin. "We are sinking!" |
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to get round to
to finally find time to do
Sam may get round to fixing the garage door if he ever finishes fixing the sink.
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skinny as a rail
very thin
Abe needs to eat more. He’s as skinny as a rail.
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I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.
James A. Baldwin
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One of Microsoft's finest technicans was drafted and sent to boot camp. At the rifle range, he was given some instruction, a rifle, and bullets. He fired several shots at the target. The report came from the target area that all attempts had completely missed the target.
The technician looked at his rifle, and then at the target. He looked at the rifle again, and then at the target again. He put his finger over the end of the rifle barrel and squeezed the trigger with his other hand. The end of his finger was blown off, whereupon he yelled toward the target area, "It's leaving here just fine, the trouble must be at your end!"
My sister opened a computer store in Hawaii.
She sells C shells by the seashore.
Q: What does a proud computer call his little son?
A: A microchip off the old block.
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