Haha, you have to have some green label at a Jet game. No offense taken, I am Italian by descent and people have been telling me that my whole life. Spent a lot of time in the south and midwest, people have called me much worse. :up:
It all tasted like water to me. It was only when Chrebet lost his chicken wings and what looked like a half eaten hot dog did I realize it truly was alcohol. The JW was pretty damn good. I didn't have a shot of Jim's scotch, and now I'm kicking myself.
that was a brat and i thought that was food uneaten as if it was purchased and sitting on the floor and he puked on top of it.....that came out of him??? damn that thing was huge. please post the pics again
I remember eating wings,the pasta, fried chicken, mini tacos, a cupcake, a rib, shrimp kabobs possibly? and yes HALF a brat.
And as far as alcohol goes, I know I had at least 1 Johnny English, a bunch of trips back to hobbes who told me his dissapointment that his bottle was not empty yet, almost all my yuenglings(12 pack) a sierra nevada from guiness77, a full glass on the rocks of Green label Jack, another trip back to hobbes, and apparantly as visual evidence has confirmed a shot at the end Scots speech, other than that I have no idea.
Oh and whichever of you guys ran into that crazy old women who looked like she belonged in a pagent, I saw a pic somewhere earlier in the thread. THAT BITCH IS FING CRAZY! Shes from Toms River and comes into my work all the time to by suction cups so she wont fall off the top of her car when she sits out the top of the sunroof. She covers her car in old newspaper clips of her former glory and is just so stuck in the past its almost sad. She walks around half naked year round and still speaks as if shes the hottest most popular women in the world. Sondra Miss football USA. Seriously you guys are lucky she did try to give you a Sandusky.
Im lucky I was driving home after the game or I would have more compelled to pound drinks like a drunk, thus potentially ending my night in "Chrebet86" fashion.
Ironically enough, I had not reached gameday quota, when I headbutted the grill..... The difference between domestic drinking and drinking in the wild.
I wish I didn't have my hands full grilling brats, because I would've loved to get a pic of you doing that kamakaze into the guard rail. I saw it happen right in front of me. Glad to hear you made it out of there alright, Hobbes. :smile:
It was tolerable. I didn't buy as much stuff as I needed, but it wasn't as miserable as I feared it might be. How are domestic relations? Mrs Hobbes talking to you yet? Glad to hear you're OK.
My voice is finally starting to sound like my own again. Ib should be used to this by now but Ive still been pretty hoarse. C86...those Celebration Ales were fantastic. I had one as well. I love that 21st Amendment shit right now though.
My image of you was totally shot when you were drinking that light colored crap beer. It was a damn travesty.
Scik...ur probably referring to the 21st amendment stuff. Nothing I drank or brought to that tailgate was less than 7 percent. The shot Johnny E gave rang my bell a bit, for sure. I got offered the blue (Tee, maybe?) but I missed out.
