Shitstorm LIF

Cool LIF! Sorry for your loss...

This would have to be mine:
http://beeradvocate.com/community/t...n-a-bottle-you-really-wanted.2141/#post-22309

 

A couple years ago in college, rymar9 and some of our friends decided to knock a few back and go to "Speed Street" in Charlotte, NC. As a girl trying to keep up with the boys, I had a bit too much. We were half way there when I realized I forgot to wear shoes. I spent the next couple hours walking on funnel cake and bud light at a street festival... barefoot.

Obviously this was not traumatizing. But someone has to lighten the mood after your somber story..

 

Few years ago. Me n my buddies were drinking some beers n playing pool
then shots started flowing a handle plus later of jim beam

We depart. My buddy tells me he is gonna call me n wake me up bright n early the next.

So i turn my phone off. After repeated attempts to reach me my mom finally brings me house phone.

The 3 rd buddy tried to walk home across a train bridge. But half way across got tired n decided to text. Well he passef out cold and a train was coming. Had to stop a frieght train while police came and argued which town had to deal with him

It was crazy. So we wore safety bracelet from a local schools that said

 

Had to stop a freight train?.......... Always a pain in the ass when Superman goes on a bender!

 

Last Saturday night I went to the fridge looking for a beer. When I realized the one's I was looking for were gone the following conversation with my wife ensued:

Me: "What happened to that beer?"
My wife: "Which one's?"
Me: "The one called Gandhi Bot?"
My wife: "Were those the one's in the cans?"
Me: (getting nervous) "Yes."
My wife: "I drank those."

 

Am I the only one completely lost here? I was ready at one point to hear "This one time at band camp"...

 

that said... THAT SAID?!?!!? ahh the suspense

 

Your wife is a badass!

 

One time, I got a Pliny via trade, and it was 7 days old. SEVEN! Who the fuck sends a 7 day old bottle of Pliny?? It tasted like shit obviously. Next time (trader name not to be mentioned here)...3 days old. MINIMUM, bitch.

 

My bachelor Party in Atlantic City. Spent the night drinking, wake up in the morning to find everyone alive and well except for my Brother (Best Man). The doober was supposed to be the driver for the day (6 hour trip home), but I ended up have to drive HIM. He puked in the car 3 times....wasn't sober until 6PM the day after.

The reason this is so bad is that i had to be responsible on my own B-Party.

 

So, i received a box in a BIF from Mizzouguy and through no fault of his own, UPS used my box as a soccer ball. As a result i lost a glass, a mystery growler, a bottle of NG Wisc Belgian Red, and a Westy 12 (thats right a fucking Westy 12) which would have been my first Westy ever all smashed to shit. I must say that that the Westy was eventually replaced thanks to Mizzouguy . here are the pics:

 

did a one bottle BIF at the latest Steel Toe release. Had a great time and had over 20 BA's involved. So driving home and decide to play around in the truck and start flipping shitties in the freshly dug up road. So after five minutes of play, I pull in the garage and look at the mud on my truck. Not bad, I thought, then I opened the back door and the mystery bottle that I won fell out and broke on the garage floor. So pissed, then I open up the bag and see that it is a CW 1414. Fudge!!! I had been chasing that beer for a long time.

 

Chicks dig the Bot.

 

I can confidently say that the Peat Whiskey Black Hole is easily the worst beer I've ever had. That said, great LIF idea and better luck in the future!

 

Have you ever had Saranac Shandy or the AB beer made with Clamato juice?

 

Drink that beer called wild blue...you'll change your mind on your worst beer ever.

 

Had Wild Blue for the first time last night. jacob4999 is right. You will change your mind.

 

My saddest beer story came the day after Dark Lord Day this year. We woke up to find that my passenger window was stuck down and we could not get it up. That began the 3 hour drive home with freezing wind in my face. I finally pulled into Purdue to drop my buddy off at his apartment when he whips open the back end of my Trailblazer to get his beers and I see bottles go flying. I dive just out of pure effort as I watch money smash onto the ground. In the end we lost 2 Dark Lords, a Dark Lord de La Muerte and a Baller Stout. I then had to proceed to drive back to Indy with a heavy heart and less beer. It was a sad and chilly day for me.