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I guess it's true, God does hate the Gays, cause bace and his folk are getting ass raped by mother nature.(it might take another 5 days to get everyone up and running).



Nothing like getting 100K people power, then another storm blows the new poles down. Mother nature fucking st.louis with no lube.


Almost lost a shit load of steaks and filets(fish, pompano), neighbors and i had a grill out, we cooked a shit load of beef and fish filets, and drank a shit load of beer, while having no power. Loading the hottub with ice and water makes a nice hoosier pool. rack surviving with no pwer, while the yuppies flail and flop and suffer!

I keep my freezer stock low during "hurricane season"
and stock up on bottled water and canned food-- do not
have a generator as MrsO will not put up with the noise-
in fact many areas here are banning their use at night
so people can actually get some sleep after a storm--
also Publix Markets for one have installed generators
so they can keep their frozen and refrigerated foods
after a power outage--
plus--my neighborhood is all buried utilities-- FPL is
burying a lot and using reinforeced concrete poles for
the high voltage lines.
lesson learned !!

Adelpiero wrote:I guess it's true, God does hate the Gays

He busted your poker tourney didn't he?

uncle bacey didn't die!

he said uncle bacey died!!!!









in memorianium:



l. to r. we miss you bace

bbqjones wrote:

l. to r. we miss you bace

God damn, rack it.

Amen to that....

Things I've learned during the recent and still unfinished power outtage:
--to make cottage cheese, buy some milk and leave it in an unpowered fridge for four days.
--beer helps you sleep when its really hot outside
--if you think you're saving money by not paying for electric, take a look at all the eating out you've done
--the wife won't let you eat her out when it humid and hot.
--I hate those with power and how they flaunt it
--I didn't miss TV
--My neighbors are really nice people.
--I can't wait to get electric and go back to ignoring them.

thanks for the support, everyone. power just got back on. good thin too because drinking watered-down Rolling Rock is teh suck. I should have bought some Irish thick beer and watered it down wif ice to the point of it tasting like Rolling Rock.

Bizzarofelice wrote:drinking watered-down Rolling Rock is teh suck.

Dude...you fucking drink Busch.

An Irishman's fucking urine would be an improvement over Busch.

Quit trolling.

Dinsdale wrote:An Irishman's fucking urine would be an improvement over Busch.

I have yet to partake crank juice so I'll just take your word for it, sicko.


Let's keep this thread to how happy everyone is to hear that I made it through this horrific ordeal alive and unharmed.

Bizzarofelice wrote:I have yet to partake crank juice so I'll just take your word for it, sicko.

I know you are, but what am I?

I know you are, but what am I?

I know you are, but what am I?

I know you are, but what am I?

I know you are, but what am I?

I know you are, but what am I?



Keep aiming high there, Bace.

Please. If you can't truly express your condolenscesnesnc, please just send me a card.

Dinsdale wrote: fucking urine

Is that the piss you can't get rid of when you're sportin wood?

~~Clipped~~


BEER TROUBLESHOOTING
SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.
FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.
ACTION: Rotate glass so that open end points toward
ceiling.

SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.
FAULT: Improper bladder control.
ACTION: Stand next to nearest dog, complain about house
training.

SYMPTOM: Beer unusually pale and tasteless.
FAULT: Glass empty.
ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights.
FAULT: You have fallen over backward.
ACTION: Have yourself leashed to bar.

SYMPTOM: Mouth contains cigarette butts.
FAULT: You have fallen forward.
ACTION: See above.

SYMPTOM: Beer tasteless, front of your shirt is wet.
FAULT: Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of
face.
ACTION: Retire to restroom, practice in mirror.

SYMPTOM: Floor blurred.
FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.
ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Floor moving.
FAULT: You are being carried out.
ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another bar.

SYMPTOM: Room seems unusually dark.
FAULT: Bar has closed.
ACTION: Confirm home address with bartender.

SYMPTOM: Taxi suddenly takes on colorful aspect and
textures.
FAULT: Beer consumption has exceeded personal
limitations.
ACTION: Cover mouth.

SYMPTOM: Everyone looks up to you and smiles.
FAULT: You are dancing on the table.
ACTION: Fall on somebody cushy-looking.

SYMPTOM: Beer is crystal-clear.
FAULT: It's water. Somebody is trying to sober you up.
ACTION: Punch him.

SYMPTOM: Hands hurt, nose hurts, mind unusually clear.
FAULT: You have been in a fight.
ACTION: Apologize to everyone you see, just in case it was
them.

SYMPTOM: Don't recognize anyone, don't recognize the room
you're in.
FAULT: You've wandered into the wrong party.
ACTION: See if they have free beer.

SYMPTOM: Your singing sounds distorted.
FAULT: The beer is too weak.
ACTION: Have more beer until your voice improves.

SYMPTOM: Don't remember the words to the song.
FAULT: Beer is just right.
ACTION: Play air guitar.

Damn it Dins. I was waiting for...

SYMPTOM: Beer unusually pale and tasteless.
FAULT: You are in St Louis and drinking Busch
ACTION: Get an U&L'er to serial Kill you and buy himself a real beer on return to the U&L

Step your game up.

SYMPTOM: You are in Kansas City and you believe you are drinking the "King of Beers"
FAULT: You are Whitey Wagon
ACTION: Unlatch the gate somehow and run in front of a van.