The Complaining and Bitching Thread

I'm slamming powerade. It was a Black IPA. I usually don't do a lot of certain types of hops.
I have a very sensitive palate for hops. Some, like whatever they put in Hopslam, taste horrible to me.
I prefer the more mellow hops and flavors. Hop-backwards, lol, rather than very hop-forward.

 

Ugh, yes. The Simcoe. I prefer the ones they use in Belgians.

 

If you feel you must one-up everyone with your vast swath of knowledge about every subject...guess who really needs to learn something?

 

I had no idea hops caused headaches.

 

STOP MISPRONOUNCING NUCLEAR.

 

OMG, I said that same thing SIX times on Thursday and Friday.
Cajun ghetto speak says, "nuke-you-lar."

 

Also...

Fuck you, Hercules. You fucking son of a bitch.

 

Hercules, Hercules!

Wait, is that what they named the storm?
Is it going to mess with air traffic?

 

It's probably going to mess with everything, likely some things more than others. In some ways it already has.

And if it doesn't amount to anything and this forecast hoopla is nothing more than that, I'm going to be even more fucking pissed.

 

But... It's Monday. If you're still pissed, then I get what happened.

 

Goddamnit, I just realized that I have to change addresses again. I fucking hate changing my address. It's like running with jelly beans in your pocket: you're gonna lose some and you won't know until you hit the finish line.

 

Sorry, but TMI.
Also, my pinky toes are deformed as well. Half the size they should be and bent in.
Hope your toe is not broken.

 

Sorry to hear that your pinky toe, which is clearly the result of a genetic experiment gone horribly wrong, has been injured and is causing you pain. Usually in cases like these, there are two general courses. Either the genetic transformation continues and turns into something completely inappropriate (like a flipper), or the body rejects the genetic transplantation and the appendage harmlessly drops off.

Either way, hope you feel better soon, and....you might want to stay clear of any nearby military bases, particularly if they do bioweapons research. You seem very nice, and I'd hate to see you weaponized.

 

Tell him to be careful. It may be some kinda of Alien type thing and could start squirting acid all over the place. His best bet is to find out what it wants, then try to placate it. Lull it into a false sense of security. Then brain it while it's asleep and blow it out the nearest airlock.