* Big Giant Rant Approaching!*
I see lots of SWMBO references. I find it amusing, not offensive. But I wonder...Where did I go wrong??? Do the ladies really give you all a hard time, or is it just mantalk? How can I gain such power?
I don't want to Be SWMBO in the literal sense, but Gosh, HWLAMH (He Who Lives At My House) is such a pain. Like, kinda sissyish. If you met him, you'd love the guy. Looks and acts anything but a big ole girly boy.
But he complained about a smell after brewing and hasn't had any beer I've made. Doesn't give a crap about what's in that 5 gallon Better Bottle on the kitchen counter (it's EdWort's Apfelwein). Hasn't even asked about it. Wouldn't your SWMBO's be curious?
Must be that f'ing low-carb baloney I got him into a couple months ago. Who knew he'd pay attention?! Or it could be the 25 year power struggle that some call marriage.
On the bright side, he's not having his buddies over to empty my keg while I'm working 2-10 PM five days a week. He pays for top shelf vodka drinks at a restaurant. I may not make great beer yet, but he doesn't know that, cause he hasn't had any. It's not hard to get- it's been kegged in my new kegerator that sits in the kitchen.
This is Drunken YaddaYadda and Mindless Blah Blah Blah, Right?
I see lots of SWMBO references. I find it amusing, not offensive. But I wonder...Where did I go wrong??? Do the ladies really give you all a hard time, or is it just mantalk? How can I gain such power?
I don't want to Be SWMBO in the literal sense, but Gosh, HWLAMH (He Who Lives At My House) is such a pain. Like, kinda sissyish. If you met him, you'd love the guy. Looks and acts anything but a big ole girly boy.
But he complained about a smell after brewing and hasn't had any beer I've made. Doesn't give a crap about what's in that 5 gallon Better Bottle on the kitchen counter (it's EdWort's Apfelwein). Hasn't even asked about it. Wouldn't your SWMBO's be curious?
Must be that f'ing low-carb baloney I got him into a couple months ago. Who knew he'd pay attention?! Or it could be the 25 year power struggle that some call marriage.
On the bright side, he's not having his buddies over to empty my keg while I'm working 2-10 PM five days a week. He pays for top shelf vodka drinks at a restaurant. I may not make great beer yet, but he doesn't know that, cause he hasn't had any. It's not hard to get- it's been kegged in my new kegerator that sits in the kitchen.
This is Drunken YaddaYadda and Mindless Blah Blah Blah, Right?