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They've got to be somewhere. Check the frat houses
Posted by: LaguitoMojito | September 25, 2006 at 08:59 AM
If this keeps up, we will just have to prioritize. Erdinger gets first dibs, Co0rs goes last.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 25, 2006 at 09:00 AM
Have the Brits never heard of bottled beer?
Posted by: billinbossier | September 25, 2006 at 09:05 AM
no beer? say it isn't so!
Posted by: crossgirl | September 25, 2006 at 09:05 AM
Around here, there are quite a number of restaurants / micro breweries. Just go to one of these fine establishments and drink right out of the vat. That's what I do.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | September 25, 2006 at 09:20 AM
...those Kardboard Kegs are hardly a replacement!
Posted by: insomniac | September 25, 2006 at 09:29 AM
This problem has hit the homebrewing craft hard, as well, since many homebrewers
steallegally acquire kegs and convert them into oversized brewpots. Competition's driving up the cost of these grey-market brewing vessels.I have one of these, but I don't use it much any more, after forgetting one time that the bottom rim was nearly red-hot. Did you know that the skin of your hand will actually sizzle like a good steak on a grill, if you grab something that's hot enough?
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 09:38 AM
Ooooh, ouch! No wonder your hands are so clean.
*Taps another*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 25, 2006 at 09:40 AM
My hands have had a surprising number of incidents of this variety.
I was replacing the screen on a laptop one time, and discovered that the backlight has an impressively-powerful capacitor attached to it. I learned what the tip of my finger smelled like, vaporized. (Kinda like burnt hair, for those taking notes at home.)
Another time, I was at a party where adult beverages were being
served toforced on me in substantial quantity, and someone thought it would be a good idea to hand me a firework to set off. No, I didn't stupidly hold it while it went off, but I did manage to grab hold of the fuse, above where I lit it. When it burned through where I was holding it, I threw it... which was probably a good thing.Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 09:49 AM
Do I want to know how you know what burnt hair smells like?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 25, 2006 at 09:52 AM
What, you never had a stupid cat and a gas stove? (I swear that he jumped up there himself.)
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 09:54 AM
What I really hate is that first moment, when you realize that you've really hurt yourself, but the pain hasn't hit yet. And you did it in a particularly stupid way.
I can report that the thought that goes through one's mind at such a moment, is not (as widely reported), "Oh, sh!t," but rather, "Oh, that's going to smart."
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 09:56 AM
So you were once Charred Hands??
Posted by: Siouxie | September 25, 2006 at 10:01 AM
I know the cat wouldn't agree, but I am so glad to hear it wasn't your hair.
And do you mean like that instant when you're cutting carrots and you inch the carrot ahead another notch, only you inch it just a tad too far ahead, just before things start to get very, very red? That moment?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 25, 2006 at 10:05 AM
Or the one where you stub your tow in the dark, reach down to assess the damage, and realize that your toenail is flapping loosely.
Yes, that precise moment.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 10:07 AM
Oh, I wish it were just the once, Siouxie, I really do. I have all manner of interesting scars, including one that preserves the pattern of the steam vents on an iron. (That one's some 20 years old, so it's starting to
fadeget lost under newer scar tissue.)Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 10:09 AM
Tow? Try "toe." And some coffee. Sheesh.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 10:10 AM
Or when you're loading the dishwasher, leaving the door down with the lower rack pulled out, and you step around the corner of the kitchen in a hurry to answer the phone call you've been waiting for, and you come back and end up sprawled across the kitchen holding your shin and howling as glassware starts to roll in several directions including toward the steps down to the rec room, just out of your reach?
That golden moment?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 25, 2006 at 10:14 AM
Ouchie to both of you...
I've done the
towtoe stubbing PLENTY of times...I'm barefoot a lot. And the burning as I attempt to cook or bake.Posted by: Siouxie | September 25, 2006 at 10:15 AM
Yes, Siouxie, but have you ever completely lifted the nail of your big toe off of the nailbed?
They say that the uprotected nailbed is one of the most sensitive (to pain) parts of the body. Terrific for Jack Bauer; not so good for those of us who have experienced that pain. I wouldn't put it up against Mrs. Hands' ectopic rupture some years back, but it's probably the best I can offer as a man of the male variety.
I hope. Dear God, I hope.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 10:23 AM
OK you have me beat in the toe/pain department but I have given birth...so lets not GO there GIRLFRIEND!!
*snaps fingers while head jerks side to side*
Posted by: Siouxie | September 25, 2006 at 10:27 AM
I already conceded that ground, Siouxie. Cheerfully, gratefully.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 10:31 AM
I have said this many times. I am astonished that women can manage to endure childbirth, and my gratitude is endless that it is not I who has to endure it. What boggles my mind most is that women will voluntarily do it again.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 25, 2006 at 10:31 AM
Jeesh,.... Pain, body parts, burning cats,
burningsizzling skin... The blogs off to another terrific start . . . . .and all from a beer article.
Posted by: Joe Joe | September 25, 2006 at 10:38 AM
Amnesia, Meanie. No, really.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 10:38 AM
I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Joe Joe: the bloglits do not so much need a topic as an excuse.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 10:42 AM
i've said this before, but my Mrs. tore her fingernail off a few days before giving birth to our son with no anaesthesia... she complained more about the fingernail!
Posted by: insomniac | September 25, 2006 at 10:44 AM
CH, I agree...we really tend to forget the pain (at least those of us
stoopidblessed enough to have a second child.)Posted by: Siouxie | September 25, 2006 at 10:44 AM
Hey, guys, I bet you wish you were this kid
(from the same website)
Posted by: wench | September 25, 2006 at 10:45 AM
Clean - when I was a kid (and it was still legal to burn trash in the city), my brothers put a pipe over the hot embers in the burn can. I, being a moron, picked it up. Isn't it amazing just how long it takes for your nerve endings to tell you your skin is burning off?
Posted by: 24 | September 25, 2006 at 10:50 AM
not fast enough...24!
Posted by: Siouxie | September 25, 2006 at 10:52 AM
You gotta listen for the sizzle, 24. That's an early-warning signal.
Wench, I think you just gave those of us who are males of the masculine persuasion grist for many happy nights of dreaming.
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 10:56 AM
We here at the Dave Barry Blog and Stream of Consciousness Testing Ground are proud to serve the needs of the psychopath community.
Please resume your
normalusual Hey, give me that Elmo! activities.Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 25, 2006 at 11:00 AM
Happy to help all you boys get your week off to a good start
Posted by: wench | September 25, 2006 at 11:03 AM
Reminds me of the joke with the 99 giggling nuns. No, it's really not clean enough to retell here...
Posted by: Clean Hands | September 25, 2006 at 11:07 AM
if anyone needs me, i'll be yakking under my desk. stop with the toenails already. please!!!!!!!!!!!! retch, blech, blah
Posted by: crossgirl | September 25, 2006 at 12:07 PM
Nothing compares to falling flat on your nose - on asphalt... I still have a scar from that encounter...
Posted by: Kathybear | September 25, 2006 at 01:11 PM
Me, I just like the fact that in the article they are using beer math. Or at least math affected by beer.
Cost of kegs/each? = 55 pounds
# of missing kegs? = One Million
Total cost to them? = 22.5 Million Pounds
Public Education ? = Priceless
Posted by: Mr. Michael | September 25, 2006 at 01:34 PM
Belated *snorks* at the direction shift. The stories reminded me of helping out my buddy Davy Crockett, doing some welding. When I scorched my hand, this delightful man asked me "know how to tell the difference between hot and cold steel?" When I shook my head he said, "not like that."
Posted by: CJrun | September 25, 2006 at 06:36 PM