Nov. 17, 2024
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I'm confused by the color coding or the formatting or both. 😕
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Yellow to the left of us red to the right - and I'm stuck in the mddle ... 😁😁🤣🤣
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No wonder I always had trouble fining a lassie. 😉
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I presume that's a typo? Funny either way.
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Hi,
Here's Your Sign!
Reminds me of of ones in a restaurant a long time ago. They had this sort of thing on the restroom doors. Life sized cutouts of a man on one door, and a woman on the other. And the man was pointing to the opposite door as was the woman.
To compound the intended errors, they put the stalls in the men's room first so you'd have to walk past them all to get to the urinals on the far end. Confusion and hilarity (mostly) ensued.
So, now all I have to do is decide if I want to go This way or That way.....
Stan
Stan
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Fining always makes a great first impression, does it not?
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This is a true story.
Finings (in the brewery industry) is a liquid added to beer to bind the sediment and move it to the bottom of the barrel.Took 2 days of it sitting without moving and the beer was ready to drink.
When I was a student, I had a job in a brewery which was to add finings to each barrel as it came into the cellar. So, I took a pint of beer out and added a pint of finings.I put the pint of beer in an empty barrel. By the end of the day, I had a full barrel which was not on the stock list. So, what do do with it? well, take a pint of beer out and put in a pint of finings. In 2 days time, I (and all the other cellar staff) and a free barrel of beer to drink. And a new one every day. I never went home sober all summer.
And my girlfriend at the time wondered why I didn't want to go to the pub in the evening !
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HAND.
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Now I get what fining a lassie means. It wasn't a typo.
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My wife's aunt went to the University of Louisville. During the summer of her last two years in college she had a job as a taster at the Woodford distillery in Bourbon county, Ky. After her first week on the job, she and some of the other summer tasters ended up getting an apartment near the distillery to so they could take the bus home. She said, their jobs was to take small amounts for the barrels and swirl them around in their mouth to determine if the bourbon was aging appropriately and then spit it out. Although they only worked 4 hours a day and while they spit it out - there was some residual that got sallowed or absorbed. On the other hand she always said that was the best job she ever had. She lived to by 95 years old and to her dying day could "drink me under the table." 🤪
