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Set up a cloth strainer and just smash the bottles on top of it so the delicious glass-free beer trickles through into a cup or your open mouth.
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Not enough microns.
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# ? Nov 23, 2014 00:05 |
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Lock the slide back on a pistol, rest the underside of the barrel on top of the cap, and hook the front edge of the frame underneath.
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# ? Nov 23, 2014 01:20 |
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Don't do that with a gun.
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# ? Nov 23, 2014 02:50 |
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AKZ posted:Don't do that with a gun. Also, make sure it is loaded and pointed at something you don't want to destroy.
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# ? Nov 23, 2014 03:16 |
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If you set the bottle cap against an edge, you don't have to smack it like a fool, just push down with your other hand. Or if you have big meathooks for hands like me, just squeeze. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3MZYFsU8MA
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# ? Nov 23, 2014 03:21 |
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I woke up around 8:30 AM the other day with a serious hangover and an equally serious craving for latkes. "I know how to make good latkes," I thought to myself. "I will do this. It will be good." I walked down to the grocery store at the end of the block to get the couple ingredients I didn't already have, then got to work. Grated the potatoes, mixed everything up, oiled up the cast iron pan, put everything in a line for optimal latke assembly-line process... ...and then discovered our gas had been turned off and the stove wouldn't light. I went back to the grocery store, bought a bag of charcoal, lit a fire in the old propane grill out back that some previous bachelor tenants converted to charcoal, and cooked latkes there in forty-degree-fahrenheit weather. They were delicious. Dukes Mayo Clinic has a new favorite as of 07:18 on Nov 23, 2014 |
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Jesus, a knitting and potato chips party converted to knitting, potato chips, beer and vodka party. I have the weirdest dreams when I sleep drunk and then get afraid that I'm gonna send facebook messages to people I shouldn't send messages to. I did that once while sleeping, it wasn't a nasty message it just didnæt make sense.
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# ? Nov 23, 2014 13:16 |
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Selklubber posted:Jesus, a knitting and potato chips party converted to knitting, potato chips, beer and vodka party. I have the weirdest dreams when I sleep drunk and then get afraid that I'm gonna send facebook messages to people I shouldn't send messages to. I did that once while sleeping, it wasn't a nasty message it just didnæt make sense. Yeah you weren't sleeping you were blacked out, congratulations. Now that hideous British winter is upon us, I make sure to have my pyjamas warming on the radiator whilst I have my evening bath. Nothing cosier than warmed pyjamas. If I can just hire a manservant to ensure that I also have hot tea waiting when I get out of the bath and into my pre-warmed nightwear I will truly be living the dream.
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Thread is dead, we need a new one!
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