Which I cleaned up [put the donut in the well, folded a blanket] yesterday, so the beers that had been securely stashed have been rolling about and hitting some jack stands and on at least three, the seal on the caps busted, and they're all lightly fizzing


...And I don't have time today to drink them all

4/8/2008 12:00:10 PM

what kind of beer?

4/8/2008 12:02:55 PM

take pliers, bend caps back down

4/8/2008 12:03:40 PM

why would you drink them anyways?

4/8/2008 12:03:49 PM

yeah and why do go places?

4/8/2008 12:07:41 PM

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"what kind of beer?"

Smirnoff and mike's hard lemonade

Quote :

"take pliers, bend caps back down"

The caps aren't bent - simply dinged up JUST enough to have broken the seal

Quote :

"why would you drink them anyways?"

Because I hate to see shit wasted, and they're still drinkable - for now

4/8/2008 12:08:19 PM

if they've been rolling around in your trunk, and punctured

they're not drinkable

4/8/2008 12:10:06 PM

that just sounds nasty

4/8/2008 12:10:44 PM

^^happened today

like, about an hour ago

Somewhat akin to opening a beer at a party, finding something better to drink, and then coming back to it.

[Edited on April 8, 2008 at 12:13 PM. Reason : lkjfd]

4/8/2008 12:11:53 PM

if the seal has been punctured, it means the cap has gotten bent. find where, bend the cap back down.

4/8/2008 12:15:20 PM

4/8/2008 12:15:39 PM

just throw them in the fridge and drink them later. They're going to taste horrible carbonated or not

4/8/2008 12:29:44 PM

That shit isn't beer.

4/8/2008 12:31:31 PM

Quote :

"That shit isn't beer."

4/8/2008 12:33:31 PM

I know


Gets me drunk, though

4/8/2008 3:25:21 PM

I was driving through Pine Ridge, SD - the Sioux reservation, which also happens to be the poorest place in the US - one night about 5 years ago.

The only radio station that I could pick up was the tribal one that played spooky indian chants. So listening to that while cruising through this reservation in the middle of the night is rather surreal. I had a bunch of beer that I was bringing back from Montana in the trunk. All of the sudden a black cat walks out in front of my car and stares at me, so I slam on the brakes and all of the beer in the back of the car explodes. The cat ran off, then I looked over to the side of the road and realized that I was right next to the sign marking the location of the massacre at Wounded Knee.

True story.

4/8/2008 3:49:13 PM

you should have offered the beer soaked carpet in the foot of your car to the nearby indians as a peace offering.

4/8/2008 4:02:18 PM

Smallpox carpet?

4/8/2008 4:21:12 PM

i wish i had 9 beers in the back of my car

4/8/2008 4:23:18 PM

i wish i had 9 inches under my belt

4/8/2008 4:23:54 PM

4/8/2008 4:24:05 PM

since when is that stuff called "beer"?

4/8/2008 4:53:47 PM

That shit isn't beer.

4/8/2008 5:08:38 PM