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Now I know that Ive been spending too much time here. Woke up this morning to a HBT dream. Disturbing! Somehow Bobby Ms Brewday, and the Red thread morphed together with a getting druck thread. Ive never met any HBTers, but there were a bunch of us at Bobbys doing a group brew. Bobby's wife was Red and she was naked in the pool. Everyone was really druck and somehow my brewpot fell off the stand. I struggled with a failed attempt to salvage what was left in a one gallon jug and fashioned an airlock from someones radiator cap and a twisted piece of lead tubing. Bobby and I were sitting on the lawn, homebrews in hand, surveying the carnage, but as Red exited the pool we agreed it was a good day.
The title of this post comes from drinking an old bottle of HB last night. It gushed and had a funky taste, but I drank it anyway. I'm thinking some fungal infection with hallucinating effects .
The title of this post comes from drinking an old bottle of HB last night. It gushed and had a funky taste, but I drank it anyway. I'm thinking some fungal infection with hallucinating effects .