I am a Clevelander and therefore deal with my share of weather. It's hotter than hell in summer here and colder than a brass monkey's pecker in winter. There's four feet of snow and ice all over the place from Halloween until Memorial Day.So what?
I can't stand sniveling candy asses who go on bellyaching all day and night about a shitty little snow storm or some crap snit heat wave. But people, when the beer in the garage freezes, that's the end of the line!!
And was it just me, or did Bush look like a cadaver last night?
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I think you've discovered a potential gold mine.....beersicles!
Down!
Isn't using the garage as a beer cooler a classic Cleveland thing? It just cracks me up that we do that.
We use our garage, and an attached yet unheated porch, for beverages, too. I'm in St. Louis. Midwestern thing, perhaps.
5 degrees when I walked out in middle tennessee this morning...snivel.
George Bush cadaver like appearance....wishful thinking.
RJ
Oh my god. That poor beer.
Poor beer! Hey! What about poor Erin!
I was actually stunned by Bush's dullness last night. Every shred of his Texas bravado is gone.
Imagine how Bush Sr. felt watching that sorry display.
I imagine 8 years in a job like President of the United States tends to wear anyone down. Look at pictures of Roosevelt, Johnson, Woodrow Wilson, Lincoln, etc. They all were presidents in times of war, and it took its toll. And make no mistake, we are at war even though the enemy is not in plain sight.
Al
TRAG
'tis a sad day indeed. But, now that the Heineken's done exploding, you'll have more storage room for good beer.
;-)
That's what you get for drinking Heineken! What kind of Clevelander are you? Where's the Stroh's? Old Swill? Duke? POC? Have you opened the gate to some of those artsy fartsy microbrews???
Bush looked like he's glad it's finally OVER! I know I am...
And Al, I always wondered what "TRAG" meant. I'm not a military guy, so I don't speak acronymese ;)...
Hey, I just got the pic off the net. It's Molson right now in my garage--but before that, I think we had Bud.
Molson? I christen thee a candy-ass.
Here in Canada we cool our beer in the garage too. In the fall and spring that is. Winter: not so much.
HAL!
I'll see your candy-ass and I'll even raise you a candy-ass: It's 80 degrees in LA!
Stick to the bourbon and you won't have a problem wherever you store it (I recommend next to the bed).
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."
What's wrong with Heineken?
Taking advantage of nature's window sill icebox, in what may the first official domestic task of 2009, I defrosted my fridge yesterday, found Jimmy Hoffa and a cherry pie.
Oh, I almost forgot. I wanted to say something about Bush's speech.
You said he looks like a cadaver.
God knows, there's been enough of them these last eight years.
I defrosted my fridge yesterday, found Jimmy Hoffa and a cherry pie.
Is the cherry pie still fresh?
Fresher than Hoffa, by a long shot.
Fresher than Hoffa, by a long shot.
You should sell the corpse on eBay. Recession-proof bucks await. ;)
See, if you just wait long enough, you'll get a little Harry Finch wisdom thrown your way. 'Atta boy, Harry.
I think claiming the use of natural "cold" as a geographically-based insight might be over-arguing the case. My mother's been using her screened-in porch in VT for a freezer for as long as I've been around. And, I'd venture to argue the species has been at it quite a while. So, sorry Mid-Westerners, you'll have to take something else.
As for exploding beers...
Those little college dorm/office fridges fit a case of canned beer, if properly stacked. Some some with a little freezer compartment. On occasion, I was known to put a few beers in that space for a "colder-faster" result. Well, sometimes, when the drinking got a bit out of hand, and I'd go to bed w/o remembering those beers, I lost more than one. Cans aren't so bad, but when in the middle of the semi-sober night, a frozen bottle of beer explodes in a fridge about 3 feet from your head, its a rather unique experience.
Shit Erin!! You have to drink 'em faster than that! It's been one fricking cold couple of days, was working inside/outside yesterday, once the soda froze it was time for some barley pops! Left 'em on the back patio, they were good and cold!!
Almost made up for the garage door that fell on my head, I guess the frigid temps finally killed the thing, right after I opened it and was standing beneath it, what a surprise, those mofo's are heavy!
Forgot to mention, it was a friends place, his only comment was "How did you manage that, Dude!".
What a bitch putting it back in place.........
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