My dad used to make his own beer from kits. It was rocket fuel. The kitchen always smelled like a brewery (I guess because it was). As teenagers, two pints of it would get you there, no problemo. He used to get through 3 or 4 every night and then cycle to work at 6AM.
Ha ha, my Dad did the same thing, always a plastic keg on the side in the kitchen, filled with something resembling beer. Strong beer.
Nowadays it's Hook Norton, from a keg, from the brewery, never a bottle, never that. And this, when I remember to get it for him, so he can give me a lecture on the rights of man, every time.
Michelob was soo classy. I mean it had foil on it.
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There was a beer distributor up near the old train tracks. We'd throw steaks over the barbed wire fence for the dogs, someone would climb over and toss cases (!) which we'd catch and run away with. Good times.
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Ha ha, my Dad did the same thing, always a plastic keg on the side in the kitchen, filled with something resembling beer. Strong beer.
Nowadays it's Hook Norton, from a keg, from the brewery, never a bottle, never that. And this, when I remember to get it for him, so he can give me a lecture on the rights of man, every time.
my old man had this or carlsberg (brown bottle canadian formula) around at all times. diabetes has ALSO slowed the intake to almost nil.
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There was a beer distributor up near the old train tracks. We'd throw steaks over the barbed wire fence for the dogs, someone would climb over and toss cases (!) which we'd catch and run away with. Good times.
They both quit smoking cold turkey when my brother was in the oven, but my Mom smoked occasionally after he was a bit older.
They also liked vodka, which was easy to pilfer but embarrassing when I got caught and called out in front of all their friends.
He's a wine guy, now...
Spew-City