Coming to America, Part the Third.

[J. Walter Weatherman]

Great to see you Friday - that was fun, wasn't it?

In all likelihood... Yes.

Yes it was.

Probably.

I want to know how one shot of Malort put you down for the count.

I know had at least two shots of that devil's piss that evening (though I couldn't begin to tell you why). Still, that's enough to get this old lightweight headed down the wrong path. The Swedes have figured out how to liquify evil, my friends.

Add in Morph the Enabler jumping up to buy my a pint of Smithwick's to replace the one I shattered on the floor at Pex's feet (when a kinder man might have cut me off) and then whatever the hell I went on to drink at whatever the hell bar we ended up at after Soapytitwank scared Tonks away from Galway and you can stuff your suburbs in a sack, mister.

[Wheezer]

I know had at least two shots of that devil's piss that evening (though I couldn't begin to tell you why).

How do you feel about turnips? I'm rolling with the glucosinolate idea.

[morpheus]

Great to see you Friday - that was fun, wasn't it?

In all likelihood... Yes.

Yes it was.

Probably.

I want to know how one shot of Malort put you down for the count.

I know had at least two shots of that devil's piss that evening (though I couldn't begin to tell you why). Still, that's enough to get this old lightweight headed down the wrong path. The Swedes have figured out how to liquify evil, my friends.

Add in Morph the Enabler jumping up to buy my a pint of Smithwick's to replace the one I shattered on the floor at Pex's feet (when a kinder man might have cut me off) and then whatever the hell I went on to drink at whatever the hell bar we ended up at after Soapytitwank scared Tonks away from Galway and you can stuff your suburbs in a sack, mister.

For some reason this moniker made me LOL.  Anyway, I paid for my excesses on Saturday afternoon.  Some fucking parade or whatever closed half of the Loop, so I ended up in stop-and-go traffic from the minute the Ike ended all the way up into River North.  I could not get west at all, and the LSD was jammed, so I ended up on fucking Michigan Ave., going north, just dying to find a way west so I could park near the red line.  Of course, that was when the Malort and other toxins reared their ugly heads.  Finally, on Michigan Ave and Ohio or so, I couldn't hold it back anymore and opened my car door and voided two monstrous jets of stomach acid, Malort, beer, and breakfast.  Naturally, it turned out that I had stopped right in a crosswalk and people were recoiling in horror.  So I looked up, said "sorry." (think Belushi in Animal House) and drove on.  Thank heavens for the Pork Shoppe, which saved my day.

[Internet Apex]

Great to see you Friday - that was fun, wasn't it?

In all likelihood... Yes.

Yes it was.

Probably.

I want to know how one shot of Malort put you down for the count.

I know had at least two shots of that devil's piss that evening (though I couldn't begin to tell you why). Still, that's enough to get this old lightweight headed down the wrong path. The Swedes have figured out how to liquify evil, my friends.

Add in Morph the Enabler jumping up to buy my a pint of Smithwick's to replace the one I shattered on the floor at Pex's feet (when a kinder man might have cut me off) and then whatever the hell I went on to drink at whatever the hell bar we ended up at after Soapytitwank scared Tonks away from Galway and you can stuff your suburbs in a sack, mister.

For some reason this moniker made me LOL.  Anyway, I paid for my excesses on Saturday afternoon.  Some fucking parade or whatever closed half of the Loop, so I ended up in stop-and-go traffic from the minute the Ike ended all the way up into River North.  I could not get west at all, and the LSD was jammed, so I ended up on fucking Michigan Ave., going north, just dying to find a way west so I could park near the red line.  Of course, that was when the Malort and other toxins reared their ugly heads.  Finally, on Michigan Ave and Ohio or so, I couldn't hold it back anymore and opened my car door and voided two monstrous jets of stomach acid, Malort, beer, and breakfast.  Naturally, it turned out that I had stopped right in a crosswalk and people were recoiling in horror.  So I looked up, said "sorry." (think Belushi in Animal House) and drove on.  Thank heavens for the Pork Shoppe, which saved my day.

Tank is one of the more awesome drunks I've encountered. One happy-ass sumbitch. Shame he's going to have to give it all up.

[BH]

Are the pics online yet?

[J. Walter Weatherman]

Great to see you Friday - that was fun, wasn't it?

In all likelihood... Yes.

Yes it was.

Probably.

I want to know how one shot of Malort put you down for the count.

I know had at least two shots of that devil's piss that evening (though I couldn't begin to tell you why). Still, that's enough to get this old lightweight headed down the wrong path. The Swedes have figured out how to liquify evil, my friends.

Add in Morph the Enabler jumping up to buy my a pint of Smithwick's to replace the one I shattered on the floor at Pex's feet (when a kinder man might have cut me off) and then whatever the hell I went on to drink at whatever the hell bar we ended up at after Soapytitwank scared Tonks away from Galway and you can stuff your suburbs in a sack, mister.

For some reason this moniker made me LOL.  Anyway, I paid for my excesses on Saturday afternoon.  Some fucking parade or whatever closed half of the Loop, so I ended up in stop-and-go traffic from the minute the Ike ended all the way up into River North.  I could not get west at all, and the LSD was jammed, so I ended up on fucking Michigan Ave., going north, just dying to find a way west so I could park near the red line.  Of course, that was when the Malort and other toxins reared their ugly heads.  Finally, on Michigan Ave and Ohio or so, I couldn't hold it back anymore and opened my car door and voided two monstrous jets of stomach acid, Malort, beer, and breakfast.  Naturally, it turned out that I had stopped right in a crosswalk and people were recoiling in horror.  So I looked up, said "sorry." (think Belushi in Animal House) and drove on.  Thank heavens for the Pork Shoppe, which saved my day.

And thus it came to pass that Morph the Enabler became Morph the Projectile Vomiter.

[Wheezer]

He looks friendly enough.

[Gilgamesh]

He looks friendly enough.

SKO looks practically evil in that picture.  Is that ESKO next to him?

[Quality Start Machine]

He looks friendly enough.

That, my friends, was a 21-shot round...our very own 21-gun salute.

[Wheezer]

The cantos will be fine, so long as the bathrooms in Pisa weren't designed by a madman.

[Gilgamesh]

The cantos will be fine, so long as the bathrooms in Pisa weren't designed by a madman.

BC needs to shave.

[Internet Apex]

I forgot to post this pic of powen01 taken in the bathroom stall at Cody's. (||)

[Wheezer]

I'm guessing that my failure to recall the taking of this goes along with my failure to notice that Tonk's left hand is horribly mangled.

[Wheezer]

Verily was there consideration of the nature of existence.

[Wheezer]

The absence of TDubbs of course weighed upon all of good will and sound mind.