So, Crazy just got on me about going downstairs and out the door for a cigarette. He swears I smoke two packs a day, no matter how many times I tell him "No, I don't." "You've been home for 2 hours and you're going out for your second cigarette. That's 24 a day." Apparently, he thinks I never sleep. Then he informed me that he counted the cigarette butts in the butt bucket last weekend and that he counted 32 of them in 24 hours. Uh....I'm not the only one that smokes here and....wait a minute....you counted the cigarette butts? Are you fucking mental? (Yes.) As he was going on and on I finally looked at him and told him "I pay for them, I know how many I smoke a day and what fucking business is it of yours?" Now he's all sorts of pissed off at me. For the record, I can buy four packs and they last me a week.
I have 120 boxes of Girl Guide (Scout) cookies in my house. Right in front of me. Jealous? The advantage of having a daughter who is one is you get first dibs. And last. And in between.
Man, I want to know where the hell your wife found a whole 12 pack of that... I managed to get myself 2 4 packs, but I sold one right to a guy in line since I got the last that the store had. Here's a picture of some beer porn for you Midwestern folks.
She found it sitting on the shelf at a Kroger. No limit. She bought it all. I'm guessing the Kroger stock boy didn't know what he was putting out. Anyway do you like zombie dust? I don't get the appeal. I've had it multiple times and never give it more than a meh. Some people flip their wig over it.
I'm with you in that it's an okay beer. But at the same time, there's so much better stuff coming out just here in Columbus alone that I'd rate better than ZD. I just buy it whenever I see it more to use for trading than actual drinking since like you said, a lot of people will flip for it.
You know how we've talked about weird crushes we have here a few times? I seem to have developed a Full Blown Crush on Kyle Kinane. When I first saw Whiskey Icarus a couple years ago I felt it brewing and thought "Being sexually attracted to this man is incorrect," so I suppressed it, but every time he pops up somewhere or he has a new special I get so excited. Then, just now, I was making a frozen pizza from Trader Joe's, and I noticed it was labeled Trader Giotto's, and he has a whole bit about that, and I got SO GIGGLY and was like "teehee teehee teeheehee that Kyle Kinane is sooooo funny!" So, baby, whenever you're ready. Spoiler
He is extremely funny and has a very unique way of describing things. He reminds me of a rough-around-the-edges, less dorky, Patton Oswalt.
Maybe I flip for Zombie Dust because I've only had a it a few times and can only get it in when I'm in Indiana and apparently Ohio. KBS, I'm not a stout guy, but KBS is the best, no question.
I told my friend I'd help her move today. She called me this morning at 10:30 and told me she didn't get to bed until 6AM and was going to take a nap. It's now quarter to four. Fuck it. Time for beer. And rock n roll
Indeed. It now transforms from a dreaded physical engagement to a relaxing, distant source of entertainment. Let me guess... she is (or more likely, was) a hot chick, right? The most entertaining are the chicks who were really hot when they were young who developed a certain sense of entitlement and set of behaviours that they could get away with only because they were hot and everyone wanted to fuck them... who are now old, and decidedly NOT hot, and are slowly watching their world fall out from under them. It's like they never realized that "hot" expires, and they never planned for it, nor do they have the personalities to deal with it. But I digress... Slight bit of vindication yesterday. My mom has had a BBQ that hasn't generated heat since it was bought over a year ago. I've said since the start that they put propane burners in a natural gas BBQ, and they said, "nope, the build sheet and serial numbers all come back as Natural Gas... it's your gas line." Fast forward to yesterday when my buddy the gas fitter came over and we put in all new lines and couplings and verified that the flow was a solid 7.6" of pressure, and it still wasn't making heat. All burners going, you could hold your hand an inch over the grate for a minute without discomfort. We then did some running measurements and found that 3x15000 BTU burners were burning a combined 9.5k BTU. Something was fucked. Proper fucked. I then dug out some old gas flow charts and figured out the size of orifice that must be in the burner, and sure enough, it's a propane setup. Do the math for propane and it all works out. But it's not using propane. Call the local agent and he tells me I don't know what I'm talking about, so I eventually piss him off enough that he puts me through to a senior engineer at the shop. Turns out he's the Director of R&D for the company (based in Ontario). I explain what we did, give him the results, as well as my suppositions, and he says, "yep, you're absolutely correct... you have the wrong manifold in there. Based on your numbers, I can tell you exactly which one it is, and it most definitely should not have gone in that BBQ". He's shipping me a brand new manifold overnight and has apologized profusely. I then got a call back from the local agent who apologized for being insistent. (it seems the Director called him and gave him shit for being so adamantly wrong with a customer). It might be a small, petty thing, but I'll take it. On the bright side, I finally got some use out of 30-year-old engineering text books that haven't seen the light of day in quite a while.
Nope. (Maybe at some point in her life) She's 41,overweight, and puts dresses on her cat. She said it was allergies, which is certainly plausible. It's spring in Vegas and the wind is blowing. You can go your whole life thinking you don't have allergies, move to Vegas and BOOM! You have allergies. My fucking head feels like a balloon, my nose is running like a faucet, and my right eye is almost swelled shut. But now I have beer in my belly and my Schecter in my lap. All is good in my world.
Watching Rogue One. I've realized every Star Wars movie has one thing in common: A character I want to punch the face repeatedly.