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A casual, think flash mob of boats, sailboat race where all are welcome to enter. First one back in wins….bragging rights! Often the race is out toward some point/buoy/rock/etc for a set time, then you u-turn (wherever you are) and race back to finish at the starting line, so everyone has an even chance to come in first.
“If you need an excuse to get your Laser out sailing, there’s a Beer Can Race at Spirit Lake, 1:00pm every Sunday.”
p1: i got the beer cold
p2: what's that?
p1: corona virus
The last beer of the night that you don’t remember having because you were so drunk, which technically might not exist.
“That 15th beer last night was totally a Schrödinger’s beer because we don’t remember it, and can thus substantiate its nonexistence.”
The last beer of the night that you don’t remember having because you were so drunk, which technically might not exist.
“That 15th beer last night was totally a Schrödinger’s beer because we don’t remember it, and can thus argue for its nonexistence.”
Hello bakers, my name is Bitty Kembleford, and today I'll he making a special take on a summer classic: The Alaskan Root Beer Float.
Do you remember the first time you had a root beer float? I do. I must have been around 7 years old and we were visiting my grandparents in Phoenix, in the summer.
Have you ever been to Arizona in the summer? Must be why I find Sacramento so tolerable. Let's just say it's hot.
I still remember all of us greedy kids, still in our swim suits, having been cooling off in the pool all day, lined up in the kitchen, wide eyed as we watched my father pull the multicolored hankercheif out of his weenie and clap in joyful glee.
It was just last Tuesday, a year ago, that my divorce happened. Very tragic. Humorous as well.
I was a mess. I went to the store and bought vinegar, ketchup, licorice, root beer, cigarettes, and vanilla ice cream.
Fortunately, I didn't put all of that together (whew... heart attack avoided), but I did make a root beer float, one of the most classic memories of my childhood.
It seems like root beer floats have been following me everywhere. Even after dad got shot.
Now let's crack on, shall we?
I use the So Delicious Vanilla Bean Coconut Ice Cream and Virgil's Organic Root Beer for my Alaskan Root Beer Float.
Using your favorite ash tray, combine cigarettes, vinegar, and baking soda.
In a separate bowl, combine one cup of Vanilla Ice Cream, and a bottle of your Virgil's Organic Root Beer.
Heated on medium, take a pot full of boiling water, and butterscotch Jell-O Mix, and combine until the lumps of Jell-O are gone. Next, remove from heat, and add the previous ingredients. Refridgerate for two days.
After all the anxious waiting, remove your Root Beer Float from the fridge. Makes two servings (serve with ketchup).
The rash-like sensation felt in the palm of the hand after unscrewing many twist-off beer caps. Most sorely felt in conjunction with the hangover that inevitably accompanies a beer palm.
"Man, I just high fived Jeffery. He's a nice guy but my beer palm is stinging like a son of a bitch."
"Christ work was shit today. I swear I can't tell if I'm getting RSI or if it's just beer palm from last night."
two whole beers that night is a term used by men to tell their ultra light weight friend that he was drunk and disorderly or black out. the term is often used when the two beer query pisses him self after a night of drinking.
Jason: yo Lando, you passed out on the couch and pissed your self last night
Lando: I know shut up!
Chris: Lando to your credit you did have like two whole beers that night.
Lando: shut up!