But back to the point. It’s our one year anniversary; scary, huh? Yep, it’s been 365 days with 317 posts. Chances are you’ve wasted thousands of hours on the site. I know I have.
What are we going to do to celebrate? Well, Shannon Brown threw us an early anniversary party on Saturday. Some of the other guests thought it was a Christmas party, but I’m pretty sure the whole thing was done to honor us. La casa de Frumpkin is half way between Jared and I, so we each headed for south central PA Saturday morning to help Shan Diesel set up. This included verbally berating each other, buying ingredients for Yeti Gumbo, and getting the keg.
If it’s not obvious to you by now, go order Hooked on Phonics while I tell you straight out that we drink a lot. We did in college, we do now, and we’ll continue to do so well into the future…until our livers give out. Anyway, you’d think with all of the boozing practice, we’d be able to get a keg without any problems. Unfortunately, we’re tards.
We took Jared’s truck to Maryland (Greencastle doesn’t sell kegs because they hate us), got the ½ barrel into the back of it, and pulled out of the parking lot. The keg promptly careened backwards and smashed into Jrrdd’s tailgate with a mighty thud. As soon as he hit the breaks, momentum sent the thing flying forward to smash into the front of the truck bed. We tried to lay the keg on its side, but we had the same problem, and we were afraid the tailgate couldn’t take the beating on the ~15 mile journey back.
There was only one solution – Matt Bochman had to stick his arm through Jared’s back window and hold the keg the entire way home.
Imagine having your arm sticking out of a moving vehicle on a frigid winter day. Now imagine that the hand at the end of that arm is clinging tenaciously to 150 lbs of metal-encased refrigerated liquid that wants to follow Newtonian laws of motion. It may have been the worst thing that ever happened.
The only good part was that by the end of the ride, my hand was so numb that I didn’t feel the keg crush it when Jared braked a little too fast to park. Kill!
After those shenanigans, the celebration went pretty smoothly. The yeti gumbo was a hit, the beer flowed like wine, and Jared may or may not have molested some pets. We slept the sleep of the just, and then went to the Antrim House for a breakfast buffet. Mmm, donuts…
But I digress. What else are we doing to celebrate Dr. Yeti’s one year anniversary of doom? Well, you’ll be interested to know that Jared finally gave me the HIV. Yep, I recently opened up the mail and found that Jared had sent me this:
Cheers to venereal disease shared among friends! Do you want a STD? Then keep reading the blog for another year. We can’t promise to make this thing better, but I bet we can be as consistently crappy.
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6 comments:
We do drink alot.
As Kurt Angle would say, "Oh, its true!"
Kirk Angel? It's true, it's true.
i forget what i was just wanting to say. oh well. i miss the yeti gumbo. and the yeti. not so much bochman.
Kill!
Bochman, remember when you gave me mono and yeast for my birthday? BAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Isn't it great when everyone gives each other diseases?
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