NBS BIF #15 Hints and Hauls: Was it Over When the Canadians Bombed BIF #14? HELL NO!

FBarber · Apr 5, 2022

JayORear said: ↑

I predict you'll be surprised by the Extra Vanilla Double Milkshake. I can't predict you'll like it, but it's not what it sounds like . . .
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I just had it and was surprised by it - certainly the best milkshake IPA I've had.

Beersnake · Apr 5, 2022

BBThunderbolt said: ↑

Alriiighty then! My boxes came from @Roy_Hobbs . If you're playing the home game, 368oz of beer damaged a POBox in 98227. That PObox had a family!

Tired Hands: Found a Scythe, Homespun Moon, Ourison, Static Image, and Extra Vanilla Milkshake IPA.

Conshohocken: Backpack Beer, Ring The Bell, Life Coach, Puddlers Row, Philly Vice, and Alternating Currants.

Berkshire: Shabadoo, Drayman's Porter, Easy Like.

Hill Farmstead: Abner, and Everett.

Pipeworks: Donut Soup.

Foundation: Forge.

Whetstone: Big Stoner.

Fox Farm: Pip.

Evil Twin: Bible Belt.

Tree House: Very GGGreennn.

Little Log Cabin: Mindfulness.

That folks, is 23 cans. An (almost) overwhelming hit. Thanks so much Ross. I'm pretty sure those are all new brews, and there's a few new breweries as well.

Thanks again!

A literal Wall of Beer!

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Great hits, @Roy_Hobbs !!!

beergoot · Apr 5, 2022

Coronaeus said: ↑

Rolling Rock… Bear with me, there is a long, perhaps not all necessary preamble, but I tell the story the same way every time.

Back in the late 1980s, early 1990s the student unions at the French colleges in Montreal (CEGEP) would offer periodic, partially funded, weekend trips to NYC. They included an overnight bus ride and a two star hotel room to be shared by four people. It was really inexpensive. Like $60 for the weekend.

Anyway, one spring in ‘91 or ‘92 a good friend of mine broke up with his girlfriend the week before a trip they had booked and paid for. He asked me if I wanted his ticket. It meant I’d have to share a bed, platonically, with his ex-girlfriend - I never liked her much - but it was a free trip to NYC. So, I went.

On the way down, I learned that she was planning to meet up with a guy in whom she was interested who was in a band that had been up playing in Montreal a month or so earlier, and would be playing a show in NYC that weekend. She was hopeful she wouldn’t need the hotel room much anyway. This made it a little less awkward. The two people we were paired with were a new couple trying to get some time alone together away from their parents. It was obvious they planned to use the hotel extensively. Some good and some bad.

Anyway, we arrived early in the AM after a long bus ride with little sleep. The other couple got into bed for a ‘nap.’ we headed out to see some sights. My friend’s ex was a little nervous to meet up with the guy from the band. So asked me if I could tag along to his band’s show that night in the lower east side. I didn’t know what I was going to do, didn’t know how to say no, so obliged.

We got to the small dive where they would be playing at about 4 PM. No one was there, so we grabbed a seat at the bar and before we could order, the bar keeper told us that the first keg of Bud Light was a buck a glass (a huge glass) until the first keg kicked the bucket. So, I drank a boatload of Bud Light and figured that the night might not be so bad after all.

By about 9 PM the bar had filled up and the keg was kicked. I had my fair share to say the least, doing my best earthbound Wade Boggs impression. The band was about to start playing and my travelling companion had been unnecessarily nervous as she and the guy had hit it off fine. The barkeep asked me what I wanted next. The guy next to me at the bar was drinking a bottle of Rolling Rock. I’d never had one before, and was even way back then into trying new beers on weekends! I said: “One of those please.”

I took a couple really big sips of that liquid creamed corn and my face must have given away my next move. The barkeeper looked at me, smiled, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. I made haste to said bathroom, bobbing and weaving through the now crowded bar. When I got there, one filthy stall was miraculously unoccupied. I began praying to the porcelain gods. My only memory of that part of the experience was that regurgitated Rolling Rock brought out even more of the unwanted creamed corn flavour I’d noted on those couple sips. After a few minutes out of time, I was able to get myself together, clean up what little mess I’d made, and make my way back out to the bar.

I composed myself and headed back out. When I went up to the bar to get a glass of water, the barkeeper laughed and said something to the effect of ‘Rolling Rock strikes again!’ He asked if I’d made it to the stall, and seemed happy when I told him I had.

I left the bar halfway through the show, with my travelling companion in good hands. When I got back to the hotel, and up to my room, I was greeted by the sounds of young love coming from behind the room door. Ugh. All I wanted was the bed, but I wasn’t about to interrupt young love. I sat down in front of the door with the intention of waiting out the noise before going in to quietly crash. I woke up the next morning still seated outside the door with a terrible kink in my neck and a head ache for the ages. I went in to the room and spent the better part of the morning laid out, out of commission. I didn’t see much more of NYC that weekend, and didn’t really feel myself until getting on the bus to go home to Montreal.

Since that day, I have never had another sip of Rolling Rock or a spoonful of creamed corn. I’ve never been back to NYC either, but only the first two have been seriously intentional.
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...now that's a heart warming story if ever I've heard one...got anymore???...

Beersnake · Apr 5, 2022

Coronaeus said: ↑

Rolling Rock… Bear with me, there is a long, perhaps not all necessary preamble, but I tell the story the same way every time.

Back in the late 1980s, early 1990s the student unions at the French colleges in Montreal (CEGEP) would offer periodic, partially funded, weekend trips to NYC. They included an overnight bus ride and a two star hotel room to be shared by four people. It was really inexpensive. Like $60 for the weekend.

Anyway, one spring in ‘91 or ‘92 a good friend of mine broke up with his girlfriend the week before a trip they had booked and paid for. He asked me if I wanted his ticket. It meant I’d have to share a bed, platonically, with his ex-girlfriend - I never liked her much - but it was a free trip to NYC. So, I went.

On the way down, I learned that she was planning to meet up with a guy in whom she was interested who was in a band that had been up playing in Montreal a month or so earlier, and would be playing a show in NYC that weekend. She was hopeful she wouldn’t need the hotel room much anyway. This made it a little less awkward. The two people we were paired with were a new couple trying to get some time alone together away from their parents. It was obvious they planned to use the hotel extensively. Some good and some bad.

Anyway, we arrived early in the AM after a long bus ride with little sleep. The other couple got into bed for a ‘nap.’ we headed out to see some sights. My friend’s ex was a little nervous to meet up with the guy from the band. So asked me if I could tag along to his band’s show that night in the lower east side. I didn’t know what I was going to do, didn’t know how to say no, so obliged.

We got to the small dive where they would be playing at about 4 PM. No one was there, so we grabbed a seat at the bar and before we could order, the bar keeper told us that the first keg of Bud Light was a buck a glass (a huge glass) until the first keg kicked the bucket. So, I drank a boatload of Bud Light and figured that the night might not be so bad after all.

By about 9 PM the bar had filled up and the keg was kicked. I had my fair share to say the least, doing my best earthbound Wade Boggs impression. The band was about to start playing and my travelling companion had been unnecessarily nervous as she and the guy had hit it off fine. The barkeep asked me what I wanted next. The guy next to me at the bar was drinking a bottle of Rolling Rock. I’d never had one before, and was even way back then into trying new beers on weekends! I said: “One of those please.”

I took a couple really big sips of that liquid creamed corn and my face must have given away my next move. The barkeeper looked at me, smiled, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. I made haste to said bathroom, bobbing and weaving through the now crowded bar. When I got there, one filthy stall was miraculously unoccupied. I began praying to the porcelain gods. My only memory of that part of the experience was that regurgitated Rolling Rock brought out even more of the unwanted creamed corn flavour I’d noted on those couple sips. After a few minutes out of time, I was able to get myself together, clean up what little mess I’d made, and make my way back out to the bar.

I composed myself and headed back out. When I went up to the bar to get a glass of water, the barkeeper laughed and said something to the effect of ‘Rolling Rock strikes again!’ He asked if I’d made it to the stall, and seemed happy when I told him I had.

I left the bar halfway through the show, with my travelling companion in good hands. When I got back to the hotel, and up to my room, I was greeted by the sounds of young love coming from behind the room door. Ugh. All I wanted was the bed, but I wasn’t about to interrupt young love. I sat down in front of the door with the intention of waiting out the noise before going in to quietly crash. I woke up the next morning still seated outside the door with a terrible kink in my neck and a head ache for the ages. I went in to the room and spent the better part of the morning laid out, out of commission. I didn’t see much more of NYC that weekend, and didn’t really feel myself until getting on the bus to go home to Montreal.

Since that day, I have never had another sip of Rolling Rock or a spoonful of creamed corn. I’ve never been back to NYC either, but only the first two have been seriously intentional.
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Wow - now THAT'S a story!

Rub_This_BBQ · Apr 5, 2022

Coronaeus said: ↑

Rolling Rock… Bear with me, there is a long, perhaps not all necessary preamble, but I tell the story the same way every time.

Back in the late 1980s, early 1990s the student unions at the French colleges in Montreal (CEGEP) would offer periodic, partially funded, weekend trips to NYC. They included an overnight bus ride and a two star hotel room to be shared by four people. It was really inexpensive. Like $60 for the weekend.

Anyway, one spring in ‘91 or ‘92 a good friend of mine broke up with his girlfriend the week before a trip they had booked and paid for. He asked me if I wanted his ticket. It meant I’d have to share a bed, platonically, with his ex-girlfriend - I never liked her much - but it was a free trip to NYC. So, I went.

On the way down, I learned that she was planning to meet up with a guy in whom she was interested who was in a band that had been up playing in Montreal a month or so earlier, and would be playing a show in NYC that weekend. She was hopeful she wouldn’t need the hotel room much anyway. This made it a little less awkward. The two people we were paired with were a new couple trying to get some time alone together away from their parents. It was obvious they planned to use the hotel extensively. Some good and some bad.

Anyway, we arrived early in the AM after a long bus ride with little sleep. The other couple got into bed for a ‘nap.’ we headed out to see some sights. My friend’s ex was a little nervous to meet up with the guy from the band. So asked me if I could tag along to his band’s show that night in the lower east side. I didn’t know what I was going to do, didn’t know how to say no, so obliged.

We got to the small dive where they would be playing at about 4 PM. No one was there, so we grabbed a seat at the bar and before we could order, the bar keeper told us that the first keg of Bud Light was a buck a glass (a huge glass) until the first keg kicked the bucket. So, I drank a boatload of Bud Light and figured that the night might not be so bad after all.

By about 9 PM the bar had filled up and the keg was kicked. I had my fair share to say the least, doing my best earthbound Wade Boggs impression. The band was about to start playing and my travelling companion had been unnecessarily nervous as she and the guy had hit it off fine. The barkeep asked me what I wanted next. The guy next to me at the bar was drinking a bottle of Rolling Rock. I’d never had one before, and was even way back then into trying new beers on weekends! I said: “One of those please.”

I took a couple really big sips of that liquid creamed corn and my face must have given away my next move. The barkeeper looked at me, smiled, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. I made haste to said bathroom, bobbing and weaving through the now crowded bar. When I got there, one filthy stall was miraculously unoccupied. I began praying to the porcelain gods. My only memory of that part of the experience was that regurgitated Rolling Rock brought out even more of the unwanted creamed corn flavour I’d noted on those couple sips. After a few minutes out of time, I was able to get myself together, clean up what little mess I’d made, and make my way back out to the bar.

I composed myself and headed back out. When I went up to the bar to get a glass of water, the barkeeper laughed and said something to the effect of ‘Rolling Rock strikes again!’ He asked if I’d made it to the stall, and seemed happy when I told him I had.

I left the bar halfway through the show, with my travelling companion in good hands. When I got back to the hotel, and up to my room, I was greeted by the sounds of young love coming from behind the room door. Ugh. All I wanted was the bed, but I wasn’t about to interrupt young love. I sat down in front of the door with the intention of waiting out the noise before going in to quietly crash. I woke up the next morning still seated outside the door with a terrible kink in my neck and a head ache for the ages. I went in to the room and spent the better part of the morning laid out, out of commission. I didn’t see much more of NYC that weekend, and didn’t really feel myself until getting on the bus to go home to Montreal.

Since that day, I have never had another sip of Rolling Rock or a spoonful of creamed corn. I’ve never been back to NYC either, but only the first two have been seriously intentional.
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So many good tidbits in this one. we need to use this to name the next BIF.

BIF 16: would you rather sip of Rolling Rock or a spoonful of creamed corn?

I have not had rolling rock in at least 20 years, but might have to grab a six back..

Mbgreg · Apr 5, 2022

Coronaeus said: ↑

Rolling Rock… Bear with me, there is a long, perhaps not all necessary preamble, but I tell the story the same way every time.

Back in the late 1980s, early 1990s the student unions at the French colleges in Montreal (CEGEP) would offer periodic, partially funded, weekend trips to NYC. They included an overnight bus ride and a two star hotel room to be shared by four people. It was really inexpensive. Like $60 for the weekend.

Anyway, one spring in ‘91 or ‘92 a good friend of mine broke up with his girlfriend the week before a trip they had booked and paid for. He asked me if I wanted his ticket. It meant I’d have to share a bed, platonically, with his ex-girlfriend - I never liked her much - but it was a free trip to NYC. So, I went.

On the way down, I learned that she was planning to meet up with a guy in whom she was interested who was in a band that had been up playing in Montreal a month or so earlier, and would be playing a show in NYC that weekend. She was hopeful she wouldn’t need the hotel room much anyway. This made it a little less awkward. The two people we were paired with were a new couple trying to get some time alone together away from their parents. It was obvious they planned to use the hotel extensively. Some good and some bad.

Anyway, we arrived early in the AM after a long bus ride with little sleep. The other couple got into bed for a ‘nap.’ we headed out to see some sights. My friend’s ex was a little nervous to meet up with the guy from the band. So asked me if I could tag along to his band’s show that night in the lower east side. I didn’t know what I was going to do, didn’t know how to say no, so obliged.

We got to the small dive where they would be playing at about 4 PM. No one was there, so we grabbed a seat at the bar and before we could order, the bar keeper told us that the first keg of Bud Light was a buck a glass (a huge glass) until the first keg kicked the bucket. So, I drank a boatload of Bud Light and figured that the night might not be so bad after all.

By about 9 PM the bar had filled up and the keg was kicked. I had my fair share to say the least, doing my best earthbound Wade Boggs impression. The band was about to start playing and my travelling companion had been unnecessarily nervous as she and the guy had hit it off fine. The barkeep asked me what I wanted next. The guy next to me at the bar was drinking a bottle of Rolling Rock. I’d never had one before, and was even way back then into trying new beers on weekends! I said: “One of those please.”

I took a couple really big sips of that liquid creamed corn and my face must have given away my next move. The barkeeper looked at me, smiled, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. I made haste to said bathroom, bobbing and weaving through the now crowded bar. When I got there, one filthy stall was miraculously unoccupied. I began praying to the porcelain gods. My only memory of that part of the experience was that regurgitated Rolling Rock brought out even more of the unwanted creamed corn flavour I’d noted on those couple sips. After a few minutes out of time, I was able to get myself together, clean up what little mess I’d made, and make my way back out to the bar.

I composed myself and headed back out. When I went up to the bar to get a glass of water, the barkeeper laughed and said something to the effect of ‘Rolling Rock strikes again!’ He asked if I’d made it to the stall, and seemed happy when I told him I had.

I left the bar halfway through the show, with my travelling companion in good hands. When I got back to the hotel, and up to my room, I was greeted by the sounds of young love coming from behind the room door. Ugh. All I wanted was the bed, but I wasn’t about to interrupt young love. I sat down in front of the door with the intention of waiting out the noise before going in to quietly crash. I woke up the next morning still seated outside the door with a terrible kink in my neck and a head ache for the ages. I went in to the room and spent the better part of the morning laid out, out of commission. I didn’t see much more of NYC that weekend, and didn’t really feel myself until getting on the bus to go home to Montreal.

Since that day, I have never had another sip of Rolling Rock or a spoonful of creamed corn. I’ve never been back to NYC either, but only the first two have been seriously intentional.
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lol a successful (?) trip!

Mbgreg · Apr 5, 2022

BBThunderbolt said: ↑

Using the Large flat rate box, one can get 16x16oz cans in one. Put 2 side by side in the bottom left corner, lids facing right. Then, 2 facing up, then 2 facing left, and 2 down. Repeat on the top layer, but start by putting 2 facing up over the original 2. Use lots of bubble wrap/whatever you're using, ya don't want stuff moving inside the box. Use plenty of packing tape on the outside of the box, in all 3 axis.

12x12oz in the Medium box, 2 layers of 6, each layer has 3 rows of 2 cans.
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Interesting…I’ll give this a try when my first box hits the road later this week!

In the meantime here’s the last hint:

BBThunderbolt · Apr 5, 2022

Rub_This_BBQ said: ↑

So many good tidbits in this one. we need to use this to name the next BIF.

BIF 16: would you rather sip of Rolling Rock or a spoonful of creamed corn?

I have not had rolling rock in at least 20 years, but might have to grab a six back..
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" Teenage Lust Tastes Like Creamed Corn and Rolling Rock"

FBarber · Apr 5, 2022

BBThunderbolt said: ↑

Teenage Lust Tastes Like Creamed Corn and Rolling Rock
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"Teenage Lust Tastes Like Creamed Corn and Rolling Rock Coming Back Up"

Coronaeus · Apr 5, 2022

Mbgreg said: ↑

lol a successful (?) trip!
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All I got out of that trip was this over-told story…

snaotheus · Apr 5, 2022

jonphisher said: ↑

So you’re saying need me to send you beer???
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Now let's not be hasty

woemad · Apr 5, 2022

@Ozzylizard's porch has been fired upon.

BBThunderbolt · Apr 5, 2022

Abner by HF, from @Roy_Hobbs . It's pretty good, even with some seniority.

Roguer · Apr 5, 2022

Rub_This_BBQ said: ↑

BIF 16: would you rather sip of Rolling Rock or a spoonful of creamed corn?
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Actually sounds like a good (bad) idea for a blind taste test: can you tell the difference between Rolling Rock and creamed corn?

Whyteboar · Apr 6, 2022

Coronaeus said: ↑

Rolling Rock… Bear with me, there is a long, perhaps not all necessary preamble, but I tell the story the same way every time.

Back in the late 1980s, early 1990s the student unions at the French colleges in Montreal (CEGEP) would offer periodic, partially funded, weekend trips to NYC. They included an overnight bus ride and a two star hotel room to be shared by four people. It was really inexpensive. Like $60 for the weekend.

Anyway, one spring in ‘91 or ‘92 a good friend of mine broke up with his girlfriend the week before a trip they had booked and paid for. He asked me if I wanted his ticket. It meant I’d have to share a bed, platonically, with his ex-girlfriend - I never liked her much - but it was a free trip to NYC. So, I went.

On the way down, I learned that she was planning to meet up with a guy in whom she was interested who was in a band that had been up playing in Montreal a month or so earlier, and would be playing a show in NYC that weekend. She was hopeful she wouldn’t need the hotel room much anyway. This made it a little less awkward. The two people we were paired with were a new couple trying to get some time alone together away from their parents. It was obvious they planned to use the hotel extensively. Some good and some bad.

Anyway, we arrived early in the AM after a long bus ride with little sleep. The other couple got into bed for a ‘nap.’ we headed out to see some sights. My friend’s ex was a little nervous to meet up with the guy from the band. So asked me if I could tag along to his band’s show that night in the lower east side. I didn’t know what I was going to do, didn’t know how to say no, so obliged.

We got to the small dive where they would be playing at about 4 PM. No one was there, so we grabbed a seat at the bar and before we could order, the bar keeper told us that the first keg of Bud Light was a buck a glass (a huge glass) until the first keg kicked the bucket. So, I drank a boatload of Bud Light and figured that the night might not be so bad after all.

By about 9 PM the bar had filled up and the keg was kicked. I had my fair share to say the least, doing my best earthbound Wade Boggs impression. The band was about to start playing and my travelling companion had been unnecessarily nervous as she and the guy had hit it off fine. The barkeep asked me what I wanted next. The guy next to me at the bar was drinking a bottle of Rolling Rock. I’d never had one before, and was even way back then into trying new beers on weekends! I said: “One of those please.”

I took a couple really big sips of that liquid creamed corn and my face must have given away my next move. The barkeeper looked at me, smiled, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. I made haste to said bathroom, bobbing and weaving through the now crowded bar. When I got there, one filthy stall was miraculously unoccupied. I began praying to the porcelain gods. My only memory of that part of the experience was that regurgitated Rolling Rock brought out even more of the unwanted creamed corn flavour I’d noted on those couple sips. After a few minutes out of time, I was able to get myself together, clean up what little mess I’d made, and make my way back out to the bar.

I composed myself and headed back out. When I went up to the bar to get a glass of water, the barkeeper laughed and said something to the effect of ‘Rolling Rock strikes again!’ He asked if I’d made it to the stall, and seemed happy when I told him I had.

I left the bar halfway through the show, with my travelling companion in good hands. When I got back to the hotel, and up to my room, I was greeted by the sounds of young love coming from behind the room door. Ugh. All I wanted was the bed, but I wasn’t about to interrupt young love. I sat down in front of the door with the intention of waiting out the noise before going in to quietly crash. I woke up the next morning still seated outside the door with a terrible kink in my neck and a head ache for the ages. I went in to the room and spent the better part of the morning laid out, out of commission. I didn’t see much more of NYC that weekend, and didn’t really feel myself until getting on the bus to go home to Montreal.

Since that day, I have never had another sip of Rolling Rock or a spoonful of creamed corn. I’ve never been back to NYC either, but only the first two have been seriously intentional.
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Epic. Now this must make its way to the possible names for the next iteration of this BIF.

jonphisher · Apr 6, 2022

At 6:10 AM this morning I posted I thought this would be my beer tonight, I didn’t change my mind

Enjoying courtesy of @Roy_Hobbs…

Pours cloudy and a dirty orangey brown, off white head. It settles to a nice beautiful layer of creamy froth. Some very good lacing too.

Nose has a sweet and fresh baked bread like aroma, I keep noticing the smallest hint of fruitiness.

Taste is very pleasant; good combination baked goods, little bit of light breakfast tea, and again a subtle sweet fruit like note and some hops on the finish.

Light side of medium on the body, but it drinks very smooth and creamy. A nice subtle hoppy finish.

I’m very much enjoying this beer. Thanks for sending my way.

FBarber · Apr 6, 2022

So this is where we stand now, right?

BBT > FBarber
Snot House > Rub BBQ
WunderLlama > Mbgreg
Colts9016 > Whyteboar
Beersnake1 > WunderLlama
Ovaltine > jonphisher
Rub BBQ > Woemad
Roy_Hobbs > BBT
woemad > Ozzylizard
Coronaeus > Colts9016
2beerdogs > Coronaeus.
beergoot > Roguer
Roguer > beergoot

@snaotheus have you figured out your sender yet?

Beersnake · Apr 6, 2022

FBarber said: ↑

So this is where we stand now, right?

BBT > FBarber
Snot House > Rub BBQ
WunderLlama > Mbgreg
Colts9016 > Whyteboar
Beersnake1 > WunderLlama
Ovaltine > jonphisher
Rub BBQ > Woemad
Roy_Hobbs > BBT
woemad > Ozzylizard
Coronaeus > Colts9016
2beerdogs > Coronaeus.
beergoot > Roguer
Roguer > beergoot

@snaotheus have you figured out your sender yet?
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Whyteboar > Beersnake1

beergoot · Apr 6, 2022

FBarber said: ↑

So this is where we stand now, right?

BBT > FBarber
Snot House > Rub BBQ
WunderLlama > Mbgreg
Colts9016 > Whyteboar
Beersnake1 > WunderLlama
Ovaltine > jonphisher
Rub BBQ > Woemad
Roy_Hobbs > BBT
woemad > Ozzylizard
Coronaeus > Colts9016
2beerdogs > Coronaeus.
beergoot > Roguer
Roguer > beergoot

@snaotheus have you figured out your sender yet?
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...I'll bet his sender is Tavour...

ovaltine · Apr 6, 2022

FBarber said: ↑

So this is where we stand now, right?

BBT > FBarber
Snot House > Rub BBQ
WunderLlama > Mbgreg
Colts9016 > Whyteboar
Beersnake1 > WunderLlama
Ovaltine > jonphisher
Rub BBQ > Woemad
Roy_Hobbs > BBT
woemad > Ozzylizard
Coronaeus > Colts9016
2beerdogs > Coronaeus.
beergoot > Roguer
Roguer > beergoot

@snaotheus have you figured out your sender yet?
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jonphisher > ovaltine

He's already sent me two boxes, for cripe's sake - and I reviewed 5 of the beers he sent me on NBW this past weekend.

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beergoot Grand High Pooh-Bah (9,310) Oct 11, 2010 Colorado Mod Team BA4LYFE Society Pooh-Bah Trader

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FBarber Grand High Pooh-Bah (7,325) Mar 5, 2016 Illinois
Mod Team BA4LYFE Society Pooh-Bah Trader

Beersnake Grand High Pooh-Bah (6,884) Aug 17, 2013 California
Mod Team Society Pooh-Bah Trader

beergoot Grand High Pooh-Bah (9,310) Oct 11, 2010 Colorado
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Beersnake Grand High Pooh-Bah (6,884) Aug 17, 2013 California
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snaotheus Grand High Pooh-Bah (7,924) Oct 6, 2008 Washington
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BBThunderbolt Grand High Pooh-Bah (7,846) Sep 24, 2007 Kiribati
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Roguer Grand High Pooh-Bah (7,811) Mar 25, 2013 Connecticut
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Whyteboar Grand Pooh-Bah (4,286) Jun 7, 2008 Michigan
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FBarber Grand High Pooh-Bah (7,325) Mar 5, 2016 Illinois
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Beersnake Grand High Pooh-Bah (6,884) Aug 17, 2013 California
Mod Team Society Pooh-Bah Trader

beergoot Grand High Pooh-Bah (9,310) Oct 11, 2010 Colorado
Mod Team BA4LYFE Society Pooh-Bah Trader

ovaltine Grand High Pooh-Bah (6,787) Apr 6, 2010 Indiana
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