My December trip to Vegas ushered in my use of the "Martini Bank" which I used to collect surplus Bombay Sapphire Martinis and withdraw the Martinis at my leisure. I selected a BPA free 25 ounce bottle for this purpose (Thanks LVADVICE). Before settling on the BPA free bottle, I evaluted several flasks that I thought might do the trick. During my Flask research, I stumbled upon some strange reviews that I thought I'd share here.
First a giagantic 64 ounce Stainless Steel Flask. (Now only $9.63)
Then, a collection of 6 8 ounce Stainless Steel Flasks (Now 14.85).
Review for the 6 8 ounce flasks...
These flasks are larger than the photo shows. Great quality. I bought them for crafting as gifts. Upon opening the top of one of the flasks, I noticed a lime green flash on the opposite wall and realized the green laser-like light was coming FROM INSIDE THE FLASK. I pulled the opening around to peer inside, but as soon as the light reached the white of my eye I was instantly transported to a technicolor fractal world populated by ants, but not exactly ants...pixelated ants I guess, giant pixels that looked like ants who spoke french with a cockney accent.
Well, yesterday I made it back here so I could leave this review, but I was over there 156 years our time and became the matriarch of several generations of man-ants.
Review for the 64 ouncer
I'm a clown who likes a 10-12 oz. nip at the spirits every now and again, before each performance, or when I'm alone. I can say that this flask is perfect for me. My other flasks were always getting lost in my comically oversized pants pockets amidst the confetti, balloon animals, and ropes of colored handkerchiefs. It was nearly impossible for me to quickly find and swig from these puny things, not to mention they did almost nothing to satiate my thirst for liquid comedy. I tried just using the bottles my zany sauce was originally packaged in, but quickly found I needed something more discreet when performing before uptight prudish children and the priggish parents who love to scream and yell about their morals. Not to mention glass is breakable. That doesn't combine well with my specialty trick, constant pratfalls and collapsing in heaps. Then I found this 64 oz. paragon of discretion, and my hollow void now has one shining object. I've incorporated my frequent swigs into the act, and the stupid kids are none the wiser. I mean, it's opaque. They don't know what's in there, and I keep getting funnier until I somehow wake up in the park.
First a giagantic 64 ounce Stainless Steel Flask. (Now only $9.63)
Then, a collection of 6 8 ounce Stainless Steel Flasks (Now 14.85).
Review for the 6 8 ounce flasks...
These flasks are larger than the photo shows. Great quality. I bought them for crafting as gifts. Upon opening the top of one of the flasks, I noticed a lime green flash on the opposite wall and realized the green laser-like light was coming FROM INSIDE THE FLASK. I pulled the opening around to peer inside, but as soon as the light reached the white of my eye I was instantly transported to a technicolor fractal world populated by ants, but not exactly ants...pixelated ants I guess, giant pixels that looked like ants who spoke french with a cockney accent.
Well, yesterday I made it back here so I could leave this review, but I was over there 156 years our time and became the matriarch of several generations of man-ants.
Review for the 64 ouncer
I'm a clown who likes a 10-12 oz. nip at the spirits every now and again, before each performance, or when I'm alone. I can say that this flask is perfect for me. My other flasks were always getting lost in my comically oversized pants pockets amidst the confetti, balloon animals, and ropes of colored handkerchiefs. It was nearly impossible for me to quickly find and swig from these puny things, not to mention they did almost nothing to satiate my thirst for liquid comedy. I tried just using the bottles my zany sauce was originally packaged in, but quickly found I needed something more discreet when performing before uptight prudish children and the priggish parents who love to scream and yell about their morals. Not to mention glass is breakable. That doesn't combine well with my specialty trick, constant pratfalls and collapsing in heaps. Then I found this 64 oz. paragon of discretion, and my hollow void now has one shining object. I've incorporated my frequent swigs into the act, and the stupid kids are none the wiser. I mean, it's opaque. They don't know what's in there, and I keep getting funnier until I somehow wake up in the park.
