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Warts, worts, old ladies, my old lady, SWMBO, H1N1, aka honenone -wait, Hon None, thoat sounds an awful lot like what I hearate on a Friday night. Wow, this beer world is harder to live in than I thought...with deep wreck diving, I just had to worry about dying fast. Now I gutta worry about my beer killing other people, oe attracting unwanted old ladies. Well, I guess it would matter where the warts are.
 
Worry? Not me. Worrying gives you warts.

Do you guys know anyone in Brew free or die? I think I'd like to join and start going to meetings, but there's not much info on the website. I was just talking to one of the brewers at Martha's Exchange in Nashua (Mark Harrington), and he recommended the club. The South Shore's too far to drive home from a late meeting on beer, at least until I perfect that whole autopilot thing for pickups
 
I forgot about that. The look one his face was priceless.

"Hey Chris. Sorry but i choked the bowl in the upstairs bathroom. I looked all over but couldn't find a plunger anywhere and it's overflowing."

He takes off like his ass is on fire and you looked over at me and said, "I bet you didn't even drop knickers, you made that whole thing up, right?"

"Yup."

About that moment we hear a high pitched "You *******!" from inside.


Priceless.
 
Read last night that George Frazier has advanced liver cancer and doesn't have many rounds left. Went to YouTube and watched his three fights with Ali.
Farkin'A!!! Those dudes could flat out box. Boxing is such a joke now you forget what a great sport it was.
 
Know anyone who wants to buy a charming three-bedroom on a quiet street in the middle of nowhere?

Weird day for me today. I've been busting my ass on this place for eight years, really reaching a crescendo this past weekend... and now trying to get it sold to move across town. Can't say it's not a little emotional.

But, need some ****ing space, and I'd much rather make beer than do construction work every weekend.
 
I had my moments of reflection this morning, thinking about life, death and friends. Looks like Cape's spending his evening thinking back fondly to that canoe trip he took with Moto, MuttonChop and Yeager.

To this day Yeager cries when he hears the term 'pretty mouth.'
 
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