mike5ive says hi

Just joined this forum, will be on the lookout for an honest (LOL, I know good luck) circuit board refinery
My old man has owned a dump yard for over 40 years and I currently have about a half acre of computers and other assorted electronics devices stacked to about 6 feet. Paying three people to disassemble them all right now but at present I have about 1,300 pounds just from laptop circuit boards with thousands more yet to be torn apart. Next will be the desktops nonetheless I'm not looking to sell the boards I want to find a place that will smelt down the things (or whatever process) for me.
To any and all that might actually read this post I'm adding this beer story for you're (hopefully) reading enjoyment



I was coming out of the Brewery the other day when I stumbled right into that voluptuous St. Pauli Girl and she was wearing a Skirt so short you could almost see her Anheuser Busch well I had a feeling she might be my Lucky Lager so Poured up and introduced myself saying that my name was Michelob, Bud that I was a Long Neck and I had just Brewed in from the Land of Sky Blue Waters right around the Corona at San Miguel’s place on Foster street. I told her I liked her Hamm’s and asked if she would like to join me for some Grog over at Dos Equis Bar and grill where she replied that her name was Kirin but everyone calls her Pearl saying that my manners were a bit Lowenbrau and a little Grolsh as well but that I had a cute Mug so why didn’t I wait there while she went to the Techate to freshen up. Well when she Flowed back up you just know that Amstell there awaiting and of Coors Mickey and My Big Mouth I couldn’t help but again let her know what a Stout Heineken she had but she understood and so we soon Burgied out of there to the next Watering Hole where we started downing Six Packs like we were 800 Old English Dark Bavarians and by Brew 102 we were way Pabst being Blitzed so I asked if she would like to come to my place and swallow some Pasteurized Suds where she replied Lebbats the mater with going to her place so we did, only when we got there she couldn’t find her keystone but two seconds of Fermentation on that problem and I knew just what to do, I Knocked the door down falling to the ground with it when it went where she immediately jumped right on top of me demanding that I give as many Twelve Packs as I was able to give her and so before long I was pumping her keg in a frenzy till she was blowing Froth from LA to Old Milwaukee screaming its Miller time, its Miller time. And little did I know her husbands name was Miller and he was home right on time standing in back of me with Colt 45 in one hand and a Sharp Lager in the other, hell I Barley had the time to jump out a window Yeast I’d have given him a chance to take a Shot at me or Schlitz my throat