Posted on 08/27/2016 8:09:40 PM PDT by ConservativeStatement
A Pennsylvania woman was so hopped up with rage when her husband guzzled the last of her beers that she slashed her spouse with a pair of scissors and bit his hands and arms, police say.
Tracey Lee Giffin, 45, of North Union Township was jailed and charged with aggravated assault of her 59-year-old husband, three years after she was charged with a similar crime.
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Frank's not going to like that.
He’ll get over it! And if not, tough.
I killed a case of Red White and Blue beer with some friends at a small midwestern zoo under a full moon.
They were baboons. Grinning monkeys.
We passed them cans through the bars, and we bonded with those magnificent apes of the mists.
It was a wonderful thing, discounting the lice.
The setting: New troopie in the barracks at overseas assignment. One of the first things my roomate advised me when I moved in.
“Don’t drink my first beer, don’t drink my last, we’ll get along fine.” I think this was good advice.
You only go around once in life. Go for the gusto!
Don’t forget the generic beer in the white can.
I don’t think PBR is that bad! It’s a lot better than any Coors or Bud Lite!
That could happen to me if I finished off wifeys Meomi or favorite Amarone
Had to be good old Iron City beer! That would enrage anybody.
Just up the road. Wonder when she gets out...maybe I’ll...then again, maybe not.
This article reminded me of an old SNL skit with Willie Nelson called Great Moments In The History of White Trash. They’d describe some complete reprobate and finish with: “but they was good people.” Also, check out the music of a now defunct country-rock band called She Stole My Beer. In closing I quote Steve Martin: “It’s so hard to believe in anything any more. I believe I’ll have another beer!”
He choose ... poorly.
Reminds me of an NYPD Blue epi. Body's found with a bullet hole covered by a band-aid...he was a druggie crashing with other druggies, and took another druggie's last "hit" while the owner was asleep.
Or Taxi. Jim's relating a moral tale of forgiveness, saying he was doing mushrooms on the edge of a cliff with another guy, and the other guy consumed the last mushroom. Jim said he wasn't mad, and not because the other decided he could fly and jumped off the cliff. [Can't remember if Jim forgot the point of the moral, or I did.]
Schlitz made a big deal about returning to the old recipe a few years ago...even going to the extent of tracking down retired employees and interviewing them for details. It’s actually pretty decent now...better than swill like Miller Light!
Sounds like he barley got out of there alive
That’ll buff right out.
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