Lmao that’s great!
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I roughly have about 800 flavors. My space is limited but I found these for a reasonable price online (Walmart). Each drawer holds about 44 bottles depending on size, laying down with labels up. I could stand the bottles up and fit way more but I prefer the other way.
They also come in all black or all translucent.
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I’ll try to remember some more.
Oh, here’s a couple short ones, just to show you how good a dad I was.
Oldest boy’s in the bathroom. Maybe 14? I walked by, I said, “Better switch hands, or you’ll have that thing bending off to one side.” Minute later, he comes out and says, “how did you know?”
I said, “I didn’t. I was just fucking around.” Everyone he knew, all his girlfriends knew the story. He’d bring some girl home to introduce to mom. NOT me!? He’d say, “Dad, please don’t tell ‘the story’.”
"Tim, there’s so many stories. Are you talking about the time you said, “That dirt wasn’t there when we bought the car… Or the time I caught you beating your meet?”
Youngest boy had a brown hamster named Chocolate. Maybe 6 or 7? Seems one night it got out of the cage. Charges into our bedroom, “Dad, I can’t find Chocolate!” I said, Can we look for him in the morning? What time is it? You should be in bed."
Says, “No, we have to find him now!” I said, “There’s no me in we. Buzz off.” Later, I’m asleep on my back and something hits my face. Damn rat scurries away. Musta fallen from the curtains on the window above our bed. Scared the shit outta me!
Jumped outta bed, ran down the hall yelling, Bob, Bob, I found your rat!" Now, you have to understand here, Ward Cleaver on “Leave it to Beaver” had nothing on me as a parent. I said, “Over here, buy the sink!”
Runs over, and I said, “he’s in here.” and turned on the garbage disposal. Kid screamed! Why would he scream. Was funny as hell. Wife didn’t think so. Kinda pissed, really.
Although she did have a little sense of humor… Said we’re going to have to save up for “YOUR” kids psychologists.
I can’t believe how few stories I remember exemplifying what a great father I was.
I must say, for all the damage I tried to inflict, they turned out pretty good. So did their kids. And their kids. 'Cept for the “Burger King”, but we’ll get to that later.
ALL of them know full well, they can do ANYTHING they put their minds to. And the boys used grammar well. I was always correcting them. Don’t got nothing, doesn’t fly around here. MAY I, not can I. I learned from my dad. Never made it past the 10th grade, so it wasn’t my fault. Ran away from my egg donor.
I do recall clearly, sitting the oldest across the dinning table from me. I had a 4 barrel carburetor that needed to be rebuilt. Told him to watch close, then took it apart. Placed the new parts next to the carb on the news paper and slid it across to him.
Said, “Put it together using those new parts.” Says, “I’ll try.” ALMOST said, “NOT try, do.” I got so fucking angry! My dad always said that to me. I’d say, “All I can do is try!” He’d say simply, “Wrong attitude.” Didn’t dare say what I was thinking.
Then it hit me. I said to the boy. “If you say you’ll try, and you fail, you have an excuse. But if you say you WILL, you’ll work at it until you finish, because you made a promise.”
Car fired up just fine. I was so proud of that kid, but not as proud as he was of himself.
Bought Bob a model of a visible V8. Crank shaft that turned timing gears to push rods, to make the valves open and close… Lights for the spark plugs, distributor cap…etc. 10 years old, maybe?
Couple years later I spun a bearing on our grocery getter. Sure, I could just have the crank turned down and replace the bearing… Why? We needed a reliable station wagon. Told Bob, maybe I should gnarl the valve stems, refinish the valves, replace the timing gear.
Says, “Can I help?” Crest fallen 'cuz I say no. Stoked when I say, “But you can do it yourself. I’ll just watch.”
Fucker purred like a kitten. Complete rebuild. I bought a GM manual, like mechanics at the dealership used. I didn’t take the carb apart. He followed the manual.
Now let’s talk about the Burger King. WAY disappointed. Great grandson. Sean. At the time he was 16. Flew Bobs family out to see Jeff Dunham and his puppets live. Kids, grand kids and great grand kids. Fucking awesome! They are in Michigan. Never met the great grad kids. Bob expressed his concerns about Sean.
I asked the kid what he wanted to do for a living. “I don’t know, I like computers.” YES!!! “I can teach you about Windows servers. Setup a web server, a simple web site, email server, database server… I can teach you the rudiments, but I was a network engineer. I setup the server, someone else wrote apps that need a database. Someone else administered the email server…etc.”
I can teach you about Linux. There’s a flavor called Samurai. Only apps it has are things you can use for cyber security. Hacking.
Then I google average salaries comparing a Microsoft Certified Professional, (I knows Windows like the back of my hand,) or a Microsoft Certified Systems Engineer. (Which I was… I’ll build you your own whole fucking Internet.)
There’s something called “Virtualization.” You don’t want to wipe your current system, lose all your games, applications, email passwords… By installing Windows Server or Linux. You can install Linux virtually. Runs IN/ON Windows, but it thinks it’s the real thing. Google Virtualbox to learn more.
Anyway, his PC didn’t support virtualization. Spent $1,500 to get him a nice system that did. Plenty of RAM, drive space…
Spent a good 9 months making YouTube videos on how to install, configure Virtualbox, install a (Shit, I don’t remember what it’s called. Lets call it a version of Windows server that you can use to see if you want to spend shit loads of money on.)
How to configure Windows server to make shared folders, web servers, all that shit. How to install Linux Samurai… Print servers, high level user security (Active Directory) how to secure a server beyond Microsoft’s lame ass bull shit.
We’d setup a date and time to go though one of a dozen tutorials. Oh, sorry, I forgot. Oh, sorry, I fell asleep. Didn’t wake up in time. My younger brother was bugging me.
Excuse after excuse, 6 or more fucking months! Finally, I said fuck it, go flip burgers. Not my finest moment… Asked his dad to ship the PC back to me. He did. Kid didn’t care.
Last thing he said to me was that the computer was SO slow. Fired it up, took a few minutes to figure out it had some bad RAM.
Now I feel guilty. Had he told me MUCH earlier, I could have walked him through some simple trouble shooting. Or did he just not give a fuck about the time I spent/wasted?
Called him several times, goes to voice mail and never calls me back.
Has he earned the title, “The burger King”, or did I fuck up?
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I think it’s just kids these days. You presented him a great opportunity, he just doesn’t care because he doesn’t know what the real world is like yet. It’s a shame, I see a similar thing in my own generation. The entitlement is just insane.
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Colors can help break down and organize flavors too.
Great idea.
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I’ll try to remember some more.
Oh, here’s a couple short ones, just to show you how good a dad I was.
Oldest boy’s in the bathroom. Maybe 14? I walked by, I said, “Better switch hands, or you’ll have that thing bending off to one side.” Minute later, he comes out and says, “how did you know?”
I said, “I didn’t. I was just fucking around.” Everyone he knew, all his girlfriends knew the story. He’d bring some girl home to introduce to mom. NOT me!? He’d say, “Dad, please don’t tell ‘the story’.”
"Tim, there’s so many stories. Are you talking about the time you said, “That dirt wasn’t there when we bought the car… Or the time I caught you beating your meet?”
Youngest boy had a brown hamster named Chocolate. Maybe 6 or 7? Seems one night it got out of the cage. Charges into our bedroom, “Dad, I can’t find Chocolate!” I said, “Can we look for him in the morning? What time is it? You should be in bed.”
Says, “No, we have to find him now!” I said, “There’s no me in we. Go to bed, and we’ll find him then.” Later, I’m asleep on my back and something hits my face. Damn rat scurries away. Musta fallen from the curtains on the window above our bed. Scared the shit outta me!
Jumped outta bed, ran down the hall yelling, Bob, Bob, I found your rat!" Now, you have to understand here, Ward Cleaver on “Leave it to Beaver” had nothing on me as a parent. I said, “Over here, buy the sink!”
Runs over, and I said, “he’s in here.” and turned on the garbage disposal. Kid screamed! Why would he scream. Was funny as hell. Wife didn’t think so. Kinda pissed, really.
Although she did have a little sense of humor… Said we’re going to have to save up for “YOUR” kids psychologists.
I can’t believe how few stories I remember exemplifying what a great father I was.
I must say, for all the damage I tried to inflict, they turned out pretty good. So did their kids. And their kids. 'Cept for the “Burger King”, but we’ll get to that later. Shit, did I already mention him elsewhere? Seems familiar. If not, lemme know and I’ll tell you. Snot funny!
ALL of them know full well, they can do ANYTHING they put their minds to. 'Cept for The Burger King.And the boys used grammar well. I was always correcting them. Don’t got nothing, doesn’t fly around here. MAY I, not can I. I learned from my dad. Never made it past the 10th grade, so It wasn’t my fault. Ran away from my egg donor.
I do recall clearly, sitting the oldest across the dinning table from me. I had a 4 barrel carburetor that needed to be rebuilt. Told him to watch close, then took it apart. Placed the new parts next to the carb on the news paper and slid it across to him.
Said, “Put it together using those new parts.” Says, “I’ll try.” ALMOST said, “NOT try, do.” I got so fucking angry with me! My dad always said that to me. I’d say, “All I can do is try!” He’d say simply, “Wrong attitude.” Didn’t dare say what I was thinking.
Then it hit me. I said to the boy. “If you say you’ll try, and you fail, you have an excuse. But if you say you WILL, you’ll work at it until you finish, because you made a promise.”
Car fired up just fine. I was so proud of that kid, but not as proud as he was of himself.
Bought Bob a model of a visible V8. Crank shaft that turned timing gears to turn the cam, to push rods, to make the valves open and close… Lights for the spark plugs, distributor cap…etc. 10 years old, maybe?
Couple years later I spun a bearing on our grocery getter. Sure, I could just have the crank turned down and replace the bearings… Why? We needed a reliable station wagon. Told Bob, I was going to rebuild the entire engine. Bob asked if he could help. I told, him, no, but if he wanted to do it himself, I’ll stand by and offer YOU help. Mind you, this kid was 12 or 13 years-old.
Purred like a kitten.
Musta done a half way decent job. Don’t recall the last time they called to “borrow” money.
HA! Just realized something that doesn’t surprise any of us. “Couple short ones” he says.
Well, I hope you have a fresh coil and a full mod.
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@PaulyWalnuts Super concentrated flavorings so you use very little. Retailers sell in 10ml because you just don’t need but a few drops of flavors for tasty juice. Also, I started following a mixer Smoky Blue who also only used Flavorah. Unfortunately she is no longer active BUT there are a plethora of recipes on this site. To me they are a better value.
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what are your top flavorah flavorings?
like top 3 fruits and top 3 bakery… or more
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Okay, next batch is coming from flavorah.
Been getting mine from Bull City Flavors because they often have good deals. BUT shipping times, are like TEN days!
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Candy bars! I make Almond Joy, Smores… (not candy, but not bakery.) Gonna make some Paydays, next time around.
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I should have asked. Where do you buy from? Like I say, BCF, takes forever. I’m not a patient man! One of these days, I’ll be gone before I get my stuff!
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