A friendly place for friends who drink

[1977Brewer]

There may or may not be a good coffee stout en route to your house.

Let's build on this.

There may or may not be a HB laced with exlax en route to your house.

Funny, I broke my hand under similar circumstances.

I broke a guy's hand with my forehead once. Pissed him off even worse.

 

[drainbamage]

PKU'd. Good luck with the recovery @wobrien.

 

[blizzard]

Just got notice that a package of "BBQ supplies" is en route.

A+ job @TobyG. Can't wait to drink beer while grilling.

 

[mhurst111]

Gimme. The fact that there are 40 bottles of ho made coffee RIS at my house actually makes me want all of the other coffee beers more.

I knew I should have put a tweak in the box....

Deep down, you will ALWAYS be a Flyers fan, judging from that money clip

Let me selfie my shirt for you. Folks at great divide and here wonder if I'm in from out of town.

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[joshesmusica]

That sounds like a pretty unique accident.



My brother, once upon a time, had fallen from a fence onto a wrought iron fence in a school yard and had his leg impaled. Clear through the calf and out the other side...he was dangling for a bit, not realizing what happened until people started screaming.

How did yours happen?

Sh!t mine pales in comparison to that.

It was early August on a warm Friday afternoon, about 2 weeks before freshman year of high school was to start. It was in a time when bleaching one's hair was the sh!t. Of course, being a diy guy from early on, it was an at-home job. For those of you who were cool enough to bleach your hair, you know that the sign that it's time to start washing it out is when you feel like your scalp is being burnt off. Not just that slight warm-burning feeling that comes around the five-minute mark, but that oh-my-God-at-least-I'm-getting-high-while-putting-myself-through-this-idiotic-torture-that-I'm-pretty-sure-is-going-to-leave-me-with-no-hair mark. Yeah I was at that point, and so of course I had to run into the bathroom wherein my dad had recently placed a huge rug that came from my deceased grandma. I was lucky enough to be the one who found the sewing-machine needle that somehow snuck itself in there.

So then as I was writhing in pain from that, I had to try to quickly wash that sh!t out of my hair while my sister ran to the "nurse" who lived two houses down. Then my other sister found the other half of the needle still embedded in the rug. The "nurse" started feeling around, because at that point we assumed that it had just pierced through the skin and muscle and she wanted to check if it chipped any bones. There seemed to be something that seemed like chipped bone in there, so of course I went to urgent care.

They did some X-rays and showed me how it wasn't, in fact, chipped bone we could feel, but the other half of the unwelcomed house guest. You could even clearly make out the eye of the needle. So then they scheduled me for outpatient surgery on Monday.

Monday rolls around, and somehow both my sister, who was to drive me, and I overslept. Cool. Now the soonest they could get me in wasn't for another week.

It was the first time I had surgery of any kind, so after they had shot me up with the local anesthesia, they came back to check if it had taken effect. Instead of asking if I felt any pain when they pricked me with a distant cousin of my new "friend" inside my foot, the nurse (this time an actual one) asked if I could feel it. I didn't know that you were still supposed to feel the pressure of the needle, so I quickly responded, "Yes." So nurse shoots me up with a second round, comes back to check after a bit again, this time I'm able to confidently say that I feel absolutely nothing.

Get wheeled into the surgery room, doctors come in, they're all moving around and messing with it and what not, and I was supposed to be able to watch it from a mirror. But since I didn't feel anything I had no clue they had even started cutting me open and fishing around in there. About 10 minutes in I asked if they were gonna tell me when they started and they all had a great laugh and said that they had almost found it already. But I decided to make them work for it by accidentally falling on it a couple of times throughout that week, which just pushed it further in.

So the only really cool part about the story is that I got an X-ray of my foot with a sewing-machine needle in it, and my hair.

 

[SupervisingChildren]

Alpine Duet and catching up on 20 pages of friendliness. Damn work preventing me from posting.

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[BeerMeDuffMan]

I knew I should have put a tweak in the box....







Let me selfie my shirt for you. Folks at great divide and here wonder if I'm in from out of town.

Aye, totally a ripped off flyers polo. You normally see similar rip offs put front of the stadium. Same dude that says Folex watches, fokleys, faybans, things like that.

 

[sompls]

Thanks. I'm now laying in bed, drinking beer, eating pretzels, and watching breaking bad. This is actually pretty nice
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Shoot man except for the broken arm that's a pretty sweet gig you got going on there. Here's to a speedy recovery

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It was a son of a gun kind of day

 

[BeerMeDuffMan]

Sh!t mine pales in comparison to that.

It was early August on a warm Friday afternoon, about 2 weeks before freshman year of high school was to start. It was in a time when bleaching one's hair was the sh!t. Of course, being a diy guy from early on, it was an at-home job. For those of you who were cool enough to bleach your hair, you know that the sign that it's time to start washing it out is when you feel like your scalp is being burnt off. Not just that slight warm-burning feeling that comes around the five-minute mark, but that oh-my-God-at-least-I'm-getting-high-while-putting-myself-through-this-idiotic-torture-that-I'm-pretty-sure-is-going-to-leave-me-with-no-hair mark. Yeah I was at that point, and so of course I had to run into the bathroom wherein my dad had recently placed a huge rug that came from my deceased grandma. I was lucky enough to be the one who found the sewing-machine needle that somehow snuck itself in there.

So then as I was writhing in pain from that, I had to try to quickly wash that sh!t out of my hair while my sister ran to the "nurse" who lived two houses down. Then my other sister found the other half of the needle still embedded in the rug. The "nurse" started feeling around, because at that point we assumed that it had just pierced through the skin and muscle and she wanted to check if it chipped any bones. There seemed to be something that seemed like chipped bone in there, so of course I went to urgent care.

They did some X-rays and showed me how it wasn't, in fact, chipped bone we could feel, but the other half of the unwelcomed house guest. You could even clearly make out the eye of the needle. So then they scheduled me for outpatient surgery on Monday.

Monday rolls around, and somehow both my sister, who was to drive me, and I overslept. Cool. Now the soonest they could get me in wasn't for another week.

It was the first time I had surgery of any kind, so after they had shot me up with the local anesthesia, they came back to check if it had taken effect. Instead of asking if I felt any pain when they pricked me with a distant cousin of my new "friend" inside my foot, the nurse (this time an actual one) asked if I could feel it. I didn't know that you were still supposed to feel the pressure of the needle, so I quickly responded, "Yes." So nurse shoots me up with a second round, comes back to check after a bit again, this time I'm able to confidently say that I feel absolutely nothing.

Get wheeled into the surgery room, doctors come in, they're all moving around and messing with it and what not, and I was supposed to be able to watch it from a mirror. But since I didn't feel anything I had no clue they had even started cutting me open and fishing around in there. About 10 minutes in I asked if they were gonna tell me when they started and they all had a great laugh and said that they had almost found it already. But I decided to make them work for it by accidentally falling on it a couple of times throughout that week, which just pushed it further in.

So the only really cool part about the story is that I got an X-ray of my foot with a sewing-machine needle in it, and my hair.

Lol crazy. I sort of miss those days of different hair colors

 

[finsfan]

Staying late has its perks.
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[hunter_le five]

Sh!t mine pales in comparison to that.

It was early August on a warm Friday afternoon, about 2 weeks before freshman year of high school was to start. It was in a time when bleaching one's hair was the sh!t. Of course, being a diy guy from early on, it was an at-home job. For those of you who were cool enough to bleach your hair, you know that the sign that it's time to start washing it out is when you feel like your scalp is being burnt off. Not just that slight warm-burning feeling that comes around the five-minute mark, but that oh-my-God-at-least-I'm-getting-high-while-putting-myself-through-this-idiotic-torture-that-I'm-pretty-sure-is-going-to-leave-me-with-no-hair mark. Yeah I was at that point, and so of course I had to run into the bathroom wherein my dad had recently placed a huge rug that came from my deceased grandma. I was lucky enough to be the one who found the sewing-machine needle that somehow snuck itself in there.

So then as I was writhing in pain from that, I had to try to quickly wash that sh!t out of my hair while my sister ran to the "nurse" who lived two houses down. Then my other sister found the other half of the needle still embedded in the rug. The "nurse" started feeling around, because at that point we assumed that it had just pierced through the skin and muscle and she wanted to check if it chipped any bones. There seemed to be something that seemed like chipped bone in there, so of course I went to urgent care.

They did some X-rays and showed me how it wasn't, in fact, chipped bone we could feel, but the other half of the unwelcomed house guest. You could even clearly make out the eye of the needle. So then they scheduled me for outpatient surgery on Monday.

Monday rolls around, and somehow both my sister, who was to drive me, and I overslept. Cool. Now the soonest they could get me in wasn't for another week.

It was the first time I had surgery of any kind, so after they had shot me up with the local anesthesia, they came back to check if it had taken effect. Instead of asking if I felt any pain when they pricked me with a distant cousin of my new "friend" inside my foot, the nurse (this time an actual one) asked if I could feel it. I didn't know that you were still supposed to feel the pressure of the needle, so I quickly responded, "Yes." So nurse shoots me up with a second round, comes back to check after a bit again, this time I'm able to confidently say that I feel absolutely nothing.

Get wheeled into the surgery room, doctors come in, they're all moving around and messing with it and what not, and I was supposed to be able to watch it from a mirror. But since I didn't feel anything I had no clue they had even started cutting me open and fishing around in there. About 10 minutes in I asked if they were gonna tell me when they started and they all had a great laugh and said that they had almost found it already. But I decided to make them work for it by accidentally falling on it a couple of times throughout that week, which just pushed it further in.

So the only really cool part about the story is that I got an X-ray of my foot with a sewing-machine needle in it, and my hair.

Ladies and germs, allow me to introduce you to HBT's next aspiring novelist.

Reading large amounts of text on the computer screen strains my eyes, so I'm going to have to wait for the paperback version to be released. Until then, TL;DR.

 

[m00ps]

these pretzels...are making me thirsty

 

[iijakii]

I once burned off my eyebrows with a potato cannon.

 

[Psylocide]

Staying late has its perks.
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Quit biting your nails.

 

[val214]

This should have broke. It just has a weird flavor to it. Drain pour.
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[hunter_le five]

I once burned off my eyebrows with a potato cannon.

*tot-launcher

 

[mhurst111]

Aye, totally a ripped off flyers polo. You normally see similar rip offs put front of the stadium. Same dude that says Folex watches, fokleys, faybans, things like that.

Blues and flyers came in the league the same year. Maybe they ripped off the Blues....

 

[joshesmusica]

Ladies and germs, allow me to introduce you to HBT's next aspiring novelist.



Reading large amounts of text on the computer screen strains my eyes, so I'm going to have to wait for the paperback version to be released. Until then, TL;DR.

Super lame story... Blah blah blah... I was on crutches the first 3 weeks of freshman year of high school - not much better trick to catch the ladies' sympathy with.

 

[mhurst111]

And another Jagged Mtn

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[drainbamage]

No bones were broken in the obtaining of this beer.

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[TobyG]

Just got notice that a package of "BBQ supplies" is en route.

A+ job @TobyG. Can't wait to drink beer while grilling.

I know, right? That's a vital BBQ supply at my house. Yeast samples is so boring. Artisinal sauces is another good one.

 

[m00ps]

Sh!t mine pales in comparison to that.

At the interest of crowding up the friendly board, Ill resist the temptation to play the one upper game. youll just have to take my word for it

 

[val214]

Poured out the Bruery IPL moving on...
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[iijakii]

the **** is a TIPL?

 

[BeerMeDuffMan]

At the interest of crowding up the friendly board, Ill resist the temptation to play the one upper game. youll just have to take my word for it

Oo but that's the best drinking game!

 

[joshesmusica]

At the interest of crowding up the friendly board, Ill resist the temptation to play the one upper game. youll just have to take my word for it

Oh your story pretty much tops every story for anybody who's still alive.

 

[BeerMeDuffMan]

Super lame story... Blah blah blah... I was on crutches the first 3 weeks of freshman year of high school - not much better trick to catch the ladies' sympathy with.

Which part of Norway are you from? Beautiful country.

 

[joshesmusica]

Which part of Norway are you from? Beautiful country.

Tulsa.

 

[val214]

the **** is a TIPL?

Yea. It wasn't that great 3 swigs and down the drain.

 

[TobyG]

Poured out the Bruery IPL

So glad I skipped that one.

moving on...
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I thought I heard they weren't doing that one anymore.