"Yo, could I get a cold beverage?  I need some leverage...bring me a frosty mug filled with...something from the bar...yeah...cause I"m feelin' kinda thirsty...stick it inna fridge.  Go girl work the cold one, go girl work the cold one...when you serve me a drink, just stick it inna fridge...cause I like cold beverage...uh huh."

Hmmmm.  I think I remember riding an elevator later this day. Mattijuana, the Short Fat Man, and a Can of Pringles visited every floor sans "elevator wear."  I think I also remember buying the whole bottle of Cuervo from the bartender...  The bridge behind us was the scene of a 12 foot beer bong extravaganze just days earlier.  Due to the "Alien and Sedition Act of 1769," we can't show any pictures of those atrocities.

 

We ran out of money a lot earlier in the week than expected, but Crix and Sugaree brought their green cards, so they picked up a lucrative job tending bar for 6 thousand screamin' blondes.  Yup.  Really happened.  No bullshit.

 
 

This one spells: Turkey Shoot, all the way.  No, actually it spells: "Hi, I've been here for 5 minutes and I'm already all messed up cause I've been drinking all day."  No, actually, I think it spells: "Hi, I'm Bryan....yes, that's me pointing at myself...and I like me for who I am, not for the chunk of meat that people see me as. I'm special."

 

Micah: "Guys, I CAN'T get Drunk!"
Eric: "No sweat."
Micah: "Bagoo."
Eric: "I guess I should be proud?" -- disclaimer  : We're promoting fun, not simply drinking.  We don't solely condone or promote drinking...not like drinking isn't fun, but it's not everything in the world...there's also a lot to be said for "sipping", "chugging", "bonging", and "shotgunning"

Boom Bap! That's Heavy S**T!!!

Gadunk....someone's asleep on her feet.  Nice spillage on the front of your shirt, kiddo.  Way to go.  Whatever.

 

Hey, the wildlife in New York was lucky I couldn't find the key.   The list of atrocities that occured is a mile long.  Included are: games of: "Sled Down the Hill As Fast As You Can and Crash Into Parked Snowmobiles,"
    "Launch your snowmobile as high as you can over a snow drift at 60mph and try to hold on,"
    "Pull a buddy behind you at top speeds while he's in tow on an inner tube (Call 911 ahead of time...you'll need them),"
    "Pretend the 12 Pack of Labatt's Bottles is a football and it's a Cold Day at Lambeau Field, (The Packers won, of course...the football didn't make it),"
    "See how many beer bottles you can hide in 2 feet of snow and save them 'till Easter (Not a popular game, but we tried it anyway),"
    "Get real drunk, drive as far away from the house as fast as you can at 3am on a snowmobile...turn around and find your way back."  -- FUN!  Thanks Sara Kierpec!

Hank -- lovin' it.  Shout outs to: Black trucks, MSU, UM, Detroit Rock City, the Midwest, Cheap Mass Produced Beer, Winger, The Nuge...

Good old Wintry Fun.  How we lived through this weekend, (and how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Toosie Pop) -- no one will ever know.

 

The guys came together in Georgia for the 4th of July, this time on Mattijana and B's turf.  Have to say that Marietta....well, Marietta has a nice fireworks show...let's leave it at that.

 

Micah drank something that made him look 12.  Luke hooked up with Esmerelda, the Miss Northern Jersey runner up, whatever that means.  (I'm truly veclempt)  Jonny's more interested in the Red Wings game on the big screen, and Matty just got back from the Gas station where he picked up 6 packs of Marb Lights...thanks a lot!  The love for beer...unmatched.

Dental work...what else is there to say.  The "12 year old" still has a death grip on Micah's face.  4 packs down, 2 to go.

A Step 2 the Left, a step 2 the right, now shake it up baby....  This looks like a sick rendition of the Hokey Pokey, but you'd have to ask Matty and Mango what the hell they were doing dancing on the Beach at Midnight during Low Tide...maybe some kind of wierd fish mating ritual.  Go figure.

Say hello to Mr. Pansy and Mr. Ladybug...Halloween 1999...NYC...Outrageous and menacing atrocities...utter chaos...enjoyed in a consequence-free environment.  Yeah! It's the 90's baby, yeah!  Shaggin'.  What you're viewing here is the aftermath of an incredible night at a party in an art gallery.  Some dude dressed up as the Ramsey girl won the costume contest, but only cause Mr. L and Mr. P were working the keg.  We got Wonderwoman to do a kegstand, and only ruined one painting in the art gallery. Notice the Bud Light on the table.  Who ordered that?  No clue, but we all know it wasn't a very good idea.  The Holiday Inn staff loves us now; we even found the vaccum cleaner and 18 dozen bars fo soap in the supply closet and started to clean or something...less work for housekeeping, right?