funny story time.
When I separated from my first wife, I moved in with a buddy of mine from high school and was renting his basement apartment that we had extensively remodeled on weekends. His plan was to rent it out for extra money anyway. He had an old fridge downstairs that he kept his beer in, and told me I could use it for what ever. Well I started to try to brew my own beer, and bought one of those home brewing starter kits called Mr. Beer . Well after the first batch came out great, I bought a bottle capper and started saving my empty bottles. Made another batch and was one bottle short. As I was putting the full bottles in the fridge, I saw on the back shelf a Grolsch bottle that had been in there forever. Thinking Paul was just a slob (lol) I figure hey I can use this to finish bottling. So I grabbed the bottle, dumped some nasty stuff that was in it down the drain, washed it out, sterilized it and bottled my home brew. One night he asked me how my latest batch was, I grabbed the green bottle and handed it to him, and his face turned redder than a cooked lobster. He started screaming at me in a language I never heard. Turns out in that bottle was his great grandfathers starter for some weird Czechoslovakian brew that the family shares every year at the oldest members birthday, and then the starter gets handed down to the oldest single male or something like that. He made me go and stand up in front of the family and explain what had happened and how I ruined their tradition. That didnt go over very well, and his family insisted I was no longer allowed on any of their property, so I had to move out ASAP
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