Well the jam at Mark's last weekend went off without a hitch. Sorry for the delay of this post, but I've been testing drugs that treat depression or something, so excuse any errors in grammar or logic that may appear below.
Justin Simpson drove all the way to Mark's in a wheel barrel powered by alcohol and red bull. He said, "Suckit!biodiesel." Then he said a bunch of jibberish into the announcing microphone for about an hour and a half.
Bethlehem's golden child Abe tried to measure how tall he was with a tree, but Yeagle fixed a lip. Bummer.
Then Mark Mville went 37 feet high when he transferred from Rolling Rocks into the offset hip and finally boosted Science. Wicked awesome line dude. Soon after, Mark came from behind and stole the "#1 DRUNK" title from Justin Simpson, but Pun destroyed it after winning the "Best Table" 12 pack. I don't know, I saw him earlier.
In other news, my friend and your favorite Ryan Popple was in town with a neat lady from our nation's capital.
Ryan undoubtedly helped keep the party moving by driving a loaded full sized van full of drunken idiots to the Southside so we could get kicked out of every bar that would have us in the first place. If anyone has any pictures from the Tiki Lounge dance floor death party, let me know. Shit was loose.
Thanks to all the dudes, like Riley here above, for coming down and turning the weekend into a spectacle. Look for more soon.
