Here's one for us Lead. Stauff, I bought this album hot off the presses last time I was in Texas.
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BobbiLynn said:Once my son said when asked if his mother(me) ever physically hurt him and he replied "No, but she made us afraid she would". He was 5 or 6 years old then and some kind of incident happened where I was questioned by the children/family government group, my kids questioned too.
I don't even know why I'm back to thinking about the self defense classes. I want him(the person who attacked me knows who he is), or anyone else to know, do not try to attack me. I will defend myself and you will get hurt. The instructor said I had very good instincts and "street smarts". Like how to say back off, but also be in an offensive/defensive position, depending on what is needed. Hands up, palms out. I am looking forward to more classes, the instructor says I am "a natural", I think that has something to do with me living in the woods.
opus345 said:Reminds me of an older uncle of mine.
My last license looks horrible, and I can accept that. But I tried to look nice that day!
Here's one for us Lead. Stauff, I bought this album hot off the presses last time I was in Texas.
I gotta tell ya... people in EP Texas can be dumba$$es sometimes, but they know how to tear $hit up when it comes to music!
I aint no different!
Love me some butthole surfers!
Skate or die!!!!
We covered this one too many years ago: one of my favorites to play:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNAkbbKycCM
SKATE - I never could but I could cut it up on a waterski
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-F7hZ-vceAg
Okay, I'm done with posting music. Sorry everyone.
I couldn't skate for ****.. I was a BMXer and a MotoXer.
Love me some Suicidal too!
All I wanted was a pepsi!
Stauffbier said:I'm supposed to get up early and brew 9 gallons of my house saison tomorrow, but I'm just having too much dang fun drinking and screwing around online to get to bed....
I boiled water and jars to wash yeast, but now it looks like I'll just have another grubby fermentor to clean next week
NO you're on drugs!
Yeah, we'd have some good tunes cranking if we ever get together for a brewday
I boiled water and jars to wash yeast, but now it looks like I'll just have another grubby fermentor to clean next week
I have six jars of saved (not even washed) yeast still in the bottom shelf of my beer fridge from at least a year ago. I leave the door open for a bit sometimes hoping they will leave on their own.
I have six jars of saved (not even washed) yeast still in the bottom shelf of my beer fridge from at least a year ago. I leave the door open for a bit sometimes hoping they will leave on their own.
Me too, but I looked and they are still there!!! Shoved to the back of the bottom shelf now, making it harder for them to escape.
This one is over two years old looking back at my BrewSmith log. I doubt it would ferment anything but I opened and smelled it and I didn't puke (it actually smelled pretty good). I might even drink the beer off the top if I were desperate enough
I have some that look just like that, at least you filled to the top, or mostly to the top. Keeps it nice and fresh!! :fro:
They stuck me in an institution,
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help, to protect me from the enemy, myself.
Now, I can't get that song out of my head...
I will ramble. I ask my neighbors, the far away neighbors, the ones who moved in fairly recently. A couple years ago. Can I get a ride to town, sure they say, but how will you get back? I say "Right now I just need a ride there, worrying about how to get back is not a concern yet!!!" So I ride with them at the same time they have to go to work, walk to their place, just hop in the back seat, just get me there. And they say again, well, how will you get back home? When do you need to get back home? I'll figure it out, for now I just have to get there, don't worry, I am not worried. So the neighbor lady gets her man to go give me a ride home, after she had dropped me off. I can find a ride home, I'm not stranded. But if you want, okay, wait and give me a ride back home too. They are a very nice couple.
My son fractured his elbow tonight, so the doctor said no baseball tomorrow. My son replied, "I'm going to dress and go to the game. That way I can be counted and we don't have to forfeit. I don't want to let the guys down". I was proud.
This one is over two years old looking back at my BrewSmith log. I doubt it would ferment anything but I opened and smelled it and I didn't puke (it actually smelled pretty good). I might even drink the beer off the top if I were desperate enough
Bobbi, you get it! Even if you have no idea what we're talking about
I wonder if that sticky bond it had with the bottom of the fridge will reform? I hope the rest of the jars don't pick on it now.
So... I have a hangover. Big surprise, right!?
That won't stop me from brewing 9 gallons of saison today, though.
Brew day must go on!
So... I have a hangover. Big surprise, right!?
But there is a man in my tree
Brewing a Scottish ale today... I'm going to go through the trouble of caramelizing the first runnings, because it makes this beer go from good to fantastic.
Hows the kegging going? Sounds like you've figured out how to serve them in rapid succession
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Bobbi, what's that guy doing up there? I'm worried for him actually.
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