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Justin-case

Justin-case

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Early in my construction career I was hired by a very reputable builder in the east side of plumas county. We built custom homes in the higher end developments in the area. Mostly vacation homes for people from out of the area. So, naturally you're going to meet some interesting characters, some good, some bad, and some like Martin and Nancy.

Martin was this middle aged pud. It was like if Eddie bauer and viagra made a baby. That was Martin. The guy just reaked of fake prestige. A real nobody. And Nancy was just a whiner, even when she was happy, she was whining. It was just this constant whine for years...literally she would show up on the next job and ask why her house didnt look like the next one. "Why didnt we get barn beams, Robert" I've got stories for days about these assholes, but this one think was the best.

Although martin and Nancy where about as daft as they come. They had figured one thing out, or at least they thought they had. Construction crews like to drink beer, right? So one friday as the home was nearing completion martin and nacy made the trip up from Lafayette. It was nice the were out of town. I cant imagine having to deal with these people on a daily basis. Anyway, with them they had brought the crew some beer. It was Budweiser so nobody was real excited, but consumed a few any how. I guess out of respect, even though we all mostly enjoyed micro brews. But something seemed off, and it was. Did these assholes really buy this beer because they thought we deserved it? Or did these daft assholes think that we would lap up their old stale beer and love them the more for it. You can guess which one it was. I think Budweiser was doing the born on dating back then. It was then we also discovered the Mendocino ale hidden away for them and their friends for later that weekend. As a crew we would put up with a lot. But this was a bridge too far. These mother fuckers were going to pay.

At that point even our foreman who was part owner of the company took part in what was to come. Before a home is built the trees are cleared from the lot and used for various things. On their job some were cut into fire wood and left in piles to dry. That afternoon, one by one we all took turns pissing that stale beer out onto their pile of fire wood. Our foreman even instructing us to "hit the end grain", because it would soak in better. Honestly, from that day on, I dont think the porta potty got much use. To this day I still get a chuckle thinking about Martin smelling those logs as he undoubtedly placed them one by one in the mantle next to the fire place.
 
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raratt

raratt

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Justin-case said:
Early in my construction career I was hired by a very reputable builder in the east side of plumas county. We built custom homes in the higher end developments in the area. Mostly vacation homes for people from out of the area. So, naturally you're going to meet some interesting characters, some good, some bad, and some like Martin and Nancy.

Martin was this middle aged pud. It was like if Eddie bauer and viagra made a baby. That was Martin. The guy just reaked of fake prestige. A real nobody. And Nancy was just a whiner, even when she was happy, she was whining. It was just this constant whine for years...literally she would show up on the next job and ask why her house didnt look like the next one. "Why didnt we get barn beams, Robert" I've got stories for days about these assholes, but this one think was the best.

Although martin and Nancy where about as daft as they come. They had figured one thing out, or at least they thought they had. Construction crews like to drink beer, right? So one friday as the home was nearing completion martin and nacy made the trip up from Lafayette. It was nice the were out of town. I cant imagine having to deal with these people on a daily basis. Anyway, with them they had brought the crew some beer. It was Budweiser so nobody was real excited, but consumed a few any how. I guess out of respect, even though we all mostly enjoyed micro brews. But something seemed off, and it was. Did these assholes really buy this beer because they thought we deserved it? Or did these daft assholes think that we would lap up their old stale beer and love them the more for it. You can guess which one it was. I think Budweiser was doing the born on dating back then. It was then we also discovered the Mendocino ale hidden away for them and their friends for later that weekend. As a crew we would put up with a lot. But this was a bridge too far. These mother fuckers were going to pay.

At that point even our foreman who was part owner of the company took part in what was to come. Before a home is built the trees are cleared from the lot and used for various things. On their job some were cut into fire wood and left in piles to dry. That afternoon, one by one we all took turns pissing that stale beer out onto their pile of fire wood. Our foreman even instructing us to "hit the end grain", because it would soak in better. Honestly, from that day on, I dont think the porta potty got much use. To this day I still get a chuckle thinking about Martin smelling those logs as he undoubtedly placed them one by one in the mantle next to the fire place.
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Literal piss fir.
 
Ozumoz66

Ozumoz66

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I've been on the dark side for a while, since trying Guinness, but tonight's choice goes to the ale. The porter had an odd hint of jalapeno in the smell/taste. The stout lacked any chocolate nuance.

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.The Outdoorsman.

.The Outdoorsman.

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PadawanWarrior said:
Back in the good old days when beer commercials were for kids.

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Dad started a party club in the 70s. About 300 members. Got recognized by the local state college as a fraternity sorority, cops kind of looked the other way. One of his friends dad was the head distributer of hamms etc so kegs were cheaper. 20 16 gallon kegs at a party was typical. They converted a old milk truck into a beer truck full of kegs with taps on the outside.
 
PadawanWarrior

PadawanWarrior

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.The Outdoorsman. said:
Dad started a party club in the 70s. About 300 members. Got recognized by the local state college as a fraternity sorority, cops kind of looked the other way. One of his friends dad was the head distributer of hamms etc so kegs were cheaper. 20 16 gallon kegs at a party was typical. They converted a old milk truck into a beer truck full of kegs with taps on the outside.
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My dad had a Kegerator with full sized kegs when I was little. He taught me how to pour him beers, :lol:
 
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