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Grandpapy

Grandpapy

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neosapien said:
My microwave died today. Or I think it died. The light comes on. All the buttons work. It looks like it's working. But it doesn't spin. Nor does it heat.
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It's usually a 2$ fuse.
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cannabineer

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
BudmanTX said:
Reaches for a dos xx...little salt and lemon....booyah. Yeah space tomatoes and beer :bigjoint:
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El Paso 1978 I bought a sixer of Tres Equis and walked it across the bridge. Things were pretty mellow back then.

It seemed to me the stuff was so gluey, gloopy, glutinous, that the simplest way to drink it was to plan ahead ... start the can on a good breath of air and let the whole cohesive worm-shaped cerveza bolus slide down your suspicious gullet until the pull tab mercifully concluded “spluck”.

Or perhaps “splucXXX”, though that suggests erotic content where there is none.

Be that as it may, after two such esophageal beer eels, my unsuspecting adolescent Teutonic liver was proper spluXXXed with little delay.

It was then that the air that night showed me the stars were bright, Fernando.

Whst was missing from the evening was tequila: the final frontier. Both our Agave Commando and the larger Tequila Expeditiionary Force were unsuccessful in securing more than a neenergram of weapons-grade alcohol.

As a result, my tales of extraordinary drinking as required by extraordinary circumstances (leading to a phalanx of heroic escapades elegantly recounted, as you might surely ... oh do stop laughing) were tragically truncated by the increasingly undeniable phenomenon of global sobriety change. Since then, the situation has grown only more acute. I suspect deep things ... but I wanna live.

(credits)
Space Monkey (executive producer)
Cryo Stash IPA (director)
Ruffles Sour Cream&Onion (catering)
 
BudmanTX

BudmanTX

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cannabineer said:
El Paso 1978 I bought a sixer of Tres Equis and walked it across the bridge. Things were pretty mellow back then.

It seemed to me the stuff was so gluey, gloopy, glutinous, that the simplest way to drink it was to plan ahead ... start the can on a good breath of air and let the whole cohesive worm-shaped cerveza bolus slide down your suspicious gullet until the pull tab mercifully concluded “spluck”.

Or perhaps “splucXXX”, though that suggests erotic content where there is none.

Be that as it may, after two such esophageal beer eels, my unsuspecting adolescent Teutonic liver was proper spluXXXed with little delay.

It was then that the air that night showed me the stars were bright, Fernando.

Whst was missing from the evening was tequila: the final frontier. Both our Agave Commando and the larger Tequila Expeditiionary Force were unsuccessful in securing more than a neenergram of weapons-grade alcohol.

As a result, my tales of extraordinary drinking as required by extraordinary circumstances (leading to a phalanx of heroic escapades elegantly recounted, as you might surely ... oh do stop laughing) were tragically truncated by the increasingly undeniable phenomenon of global sobriety change. Since then, the situation has grown only more acute. I suspect deep things ... but I wanna live.

(credits)
Space Monkey (executive producer)
Cryo Stash IPA (director)
Ruffles Sour Cream&Onion (catering)
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Been there...Encinita on the beach..that was a long night...
 
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