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I went into my cupboard this morning and grabbed the nearest glass to make my Carnation Instant Breakfast in (being the good husband that I am, I left the last bowl of cereal for the Chief). As I was stirring the milk/nutrient concoction up, I noticed that the receptacle was a Coors Light pint glass the I got sometime this fall with Shawn.
Then I looked back into my cupboard. Inside there was a Fat Tire glass, a Fosters glass, and two Guinness glasses (not to mention the most awesome Guinness glass my brother got for my birthday last year, but I don’t use that). I think I have more beer glasses than regular glasses, and I’ve purchased all of these at bars when they’d have a drink special. Even if I didn’t necessarily like what the special was, I may drink it just to get the glass. Then I started thinking, I wonder how many other guys have this affliction? Is this like the “free gift for big makeup purchase” affliction that the ladies have?
What is it with guys and beer glasses? Do you have any?
Dude, I usually leave the glasses at the bar. Just because you buy the beer doesn’t mean you can keep the glass… I mean I knew you usually liked to throw them or break them as a weapon, but did not think you had been taking them home.
Perhaps there is a joint AA/Cleptomania/anger management program you can join… I love group therapy.
T Durden
On one hand, it was very lazy of me, on the other hand, it took more work to eat applesauce with a butterknife than it would have to wash a spoon.
I’m glad I’m not the only one out there who does this. Usually, I also come to the same conclusion afterwards.
I love group therapy.
Oh, Tyler…
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Feb 4, 04:04 PM
I don’t think I have any beer glasses in my kitchen. It’s like, you almost have to try not to aquire them because they seem to find you like little orphans in need of a father.
Speaking of my kitchen, this morning I ate applesauce and I didn’t want to wash a spoon so I ate it with a butterknife. On one hand, it was very lazy of me, on the other hand, it took more work to eat applesauce with a butterknife than it would have to wash a spoon.