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Posted by DIMwit on August 29, 2006, 9:03 pm
you need to be brewsed, badly.
> You know, that brings back a memory. A long, long time ago (in a
> galaxy far away) I used to brew my own beer at home. One time I over
> primed a batch, and made explosive beer. It wasn't all that good to
> drink, so I gave several to a friend of mine who drank anything as
> long as it's free. He didn't much like it either, and so the bottles
> stayed in his refrigerator.
>
> Fellow lived on the third floor of a rather run down building, which
> might not even be still standing. It was a hot summer, and he was
> trying to sleep with the windows open. In the alley next to the
> building, a couple street walkers paused to relieve themselves. They
> were talking with each other, and rather loudly so. The sound carried
> up between the buildings. And he hollered down to tell them to be more
> quiet. Of course, he was a lot less polite than I am being, here.
>
> A couple minutes later, they are still talking very loudy. And so he
> went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of explosive beer. He lobbed
> it out the window, where it fell three stories, and exploded on the
> pavement in the alley.
>
> The women hollered some very surprised words, which were far less
> polite than my writing about them years later. For curiosity sake, he
> went out to investigate, and found a pair of shoes and a panties, in
> about the place they woulda been. The shoes and panties had
> disappeared by morning. Ah, those were the days.
>
> This true story brought to you by a man who no longer drinks, nor
> brews beer.
>
> --
>
> I'm Christopher A. Young, and I approved this message.
> You can't shout down a troll.
> You have to starve them.
> .
>
>
> Made me laugh at the end of a hard day... :)
>
> Joseph
>
> --
>
>
> Two women friends had gone for a girl's night out. Both were very
> faithful and loving
> wives, however, they had gotten over-enthusiastic on the Bacardi
> Breezers.
>
> Incredibly drunk and walking home they needed to pee, so they stopped
> in the
> cemetery.
>
>
> One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she would take off
> her panties
> and use them. Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive pair
> of panties and
> did not want to ruin them.
>
>
> She was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath
> with a ribbon on
> it, so she proceeded to wipe with that.
>
>
> After the girls did their business they proceeded to go home.
>
>
> The next day one of the women's husbands was concerned that his
> normally sweet and
> innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other
> husband and said,
> "These girl nights have got to stop! I'm starting to suspect the
> worst, my wife came
> home with no panties!!"
>
>
> "That's nothing" said the other husband, "Mine came back with a card
> stuck to her ass
> that said, 'From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget
> you.'"
>
>
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>
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