The Speaker of the House actually let me out of the nightly cleanup to put a batch of beer on to get ready for Super Bowl. "Score!" thinks I, but alas, my dream come true would soon become my nightmare...
To begin with, I overshot my mash-in temp, so I added cold water thinking I'll boil it off at the back end. The mash actually went according to plan, but really, what could go wrong? Well, you could realize that you probably added too much water and now your pre-boil SG is 1.025 instead of 1.040. FACK!
"That's ok, chive on!" I says. The boil goes pretty good, but I didn't recalculate the boil time to reach target SG, so now my additions are added too early. So now I'm left with a decision a) redesign the recipe to work midboil, or b) play jazz and chive on... I chose b.
So, the boil's done, and the immersion chiller's pumping along until I get distracted trying to wipe something up and the bucket the coolant outflow is dumping into begins to overflow onto the floor. Using my catlike reflexes I somehow avoid jumping into the keggle as I hurdle it and grab the flailing outlet hose as it coats the entire fucking room with a glazing of water. I put the outlet end in the sink and turn to go back to wiping the water up when the arsehole jumps out of the sink and flails all over the room again. I manage to pin it in the sink and resume my cooling whilst my socks begin to soak up the wetness from the floor.

"30*C, fucking cool enough for tonight!" and off I go to grab the santized carboy. When I walk back into the room and bend over to position the carboy under the outlet valve of the keggle, I hear a clank-splash as my cellphone drops into the fucking sink full of water... "COCK SUCKER!!!" can be heard from about a klick away, the wife wakes up and the baby begins crying...

"Might as well check the SG of this bitch", which I do and see I've gotten it to 1.037... target = 1.050... FML!

I think I'll donate this batch to the food bank
