Some of you may remember when I shared the glorious secret to the perfect shower a while back. Apparently the shower (and beer) gods were listening, because just a few weeks ago a shower beer entrepreneur contacted me. If you haven’t heard of the universe shattering invention that is the Shakoolie, you are about to flip your shower caddie upside down and hump your shower curtain in sheer bliss.
The Shakoolie is a beer holder on steroids that sticks to the wall of your shower out of the soap and water while keeping it cool.
When the experts of sipping and shampooing (inventors of the almighty Shakoolie) found me, an obvious shower beer advocate, and offered to send me my very own Shakoolie, my faith in serendipity was immediately restored. I knew I had to share my gift with the world. It was a crisp 8:00 am when I opened my mail box to hear angels singing and an entrancing halo emanating from inside. My Shakoolie had arrived.
After ripping open the concise packaging like a pathetic strong-woman competition, I was surprised at just how easy the set up appeared.
Naturally, I have been keeping a reserve of canned Coors and some bottles of Heineken freshly stocked in the fridge like a kid hoarding cookies for the arrival of Santa ever since the news came of my impending shipment. I wanted to have options for testing. After all, this is technically a
I’ll be honest, upon sliding my full heiny into the shower, pun intended, I was slightly nervous about the give of the Velcro holding my nectar. But just as the brotastic Shakoolie logo didn’t disappoint me, neither did the Velcro. I took a good, solid fifteen minute shower. Temperature: boiling (the shower not the beer, dumb ass). Not as much as a single fiber gave way on the genius shower wall mount.
I haven’t even mention yet how the eradication of watered down shower beer has changed my life.
Before the Shakoolie, I looked like this trying to enjoy my shower beer:
Now when I shower with my beer, I look like this:
Let’s face it, this product steals the lunch money of stocking stuffers everywhere. Not only did the creators put a genius twist on your average coozie and actually make it with quality materials good enough to withstand the slip and slide of your bathroom waterfall, but they even offer 007 shit like the Hidden Shot Flask and the Flask Tie. I’ve never wanted to wear a tie so badly in my life.
Thanks to Shakoolie for the free gift. I will cheers my bathroom wall every time I enjoy my brew there. The guys behind this thing are just the type of entrepreneurs I will always support, and not just because alcohol. I seriously think that this is a blast of a product. In fact, I know exactly what I am buying for everyone for every holiday and every birthday for the next year. For now, I am off to have my third shower of the day. Happy Monday Flysters!
- Beer Shower Koozie is Perfect for Drinkers with Separation Anxiety (foodbeast.com)
- Cheap American Beers, From ‘Worst’ to ‘Least Worst’ (newser.com)
- Saving the Best for Last: Heineken (jenniferlerose.wordpress.com)
Happy July 4th, 2013.
As premature explosions were … exploding outside of the window, I started thinking about what the fourth means.
1st: The fourth means it is exactly 17 days until I turn 25. Ahem.
2nd: The fourth means Jack cements himself to the windowsill from sundown until the warfare of tonight fizzles out like the last kernels of popcorn dancing in the microwave. Let’s just hope nothing burns in the same fashion. Especially cat fur.
3rd: The fourth means beer (speaking of, I have a special
shower beer surprise to share with you all next week!)
(see what I did there?)
5th and finally: The main meaning and reason to celebrate the fourth is the birth of Nathaniel Hawthorne. Unfortunately, Mike the Situation’s identical birth date will turn this celebration into a detention.
I think I just about covered all of the meanings of July 4th. I don’t think I missed anything. So happy pyro-ing Flysters. If you haven’t checked out the Blogger Interactive Facebook and Twitter pages, I’m not sharing my sparklers with you. Instead, I will throw those tiny white poppers of terror at your toesies. So check it out! If you’re good, I will also give you all the first peek at my first ever podcast with Peter Dewolf on The Pete Cast!
dud fireworks for everyone!)