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Post by the magician on Apr 4, 2004 17:17:54 GMT -5
i'm at a loss, i honestly can't pick one shining moment. but hey feel free to pick and share why you like that particular moment.
PORK-CHOP SANDWICHES!!!!
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Post by Chemicals on Apr 5, 2004 6:42:21 GMT -5
although I wasn't there.. from the stories alone I'd have to say that Jason Johnson's comment: "those girls look like chicken gizzards" would have to be tops on my list. ;D
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Post by Shiitake Mushroom-head on Apr 5, 2004 8:17:47 GMT -5
Sorry to correct you Luke, but his name is John. Not to be confused with the spineless lump of inbred flesh that is slave to a grossly overweight cat in an old comic strip.
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Post by bmatherne on Apr 5, 2004 8:24:44 GMT -5
Although John's D&D Clinic was stuff Dream's were made of, and we all sang "Wanted Dead or Alive" at his acoustic concert, I would have to say the beach trip was my favorite...
I think Luke was the only one that actually wanted to go, and kept yelling for us to go...but then when we got back, he kept asking, "Whose idea was it to go to the damn beach?!"
But boy, was it worth every minute of the trip. From John stumbling there, to J-Deuce and Jason T's attire, and even those damn little kids. Those little kids talking smack to Jason Johnson and John was the highlight for me.
I mean they even called John a virgin. To which John shouted..."I have 2 kids! What do think about that fuckers!"
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Post by Rusty Trosclair on Apr 5, 2004 14:31:31 GMT -5
I had a hard time picking one answer, but I voted for finding shit out the next day. Since John and I passed out early on in the night, a lot of the festivities were news to me, and they all tickled my fancy to no end.
I had no idea about the Jason's and Chewee going on a quest for titties.
I woke up with a Pokemon card in my pocket and I had no idea how it got there. Come to find out, Gorg felt that I needed it, so he gave it to me during the evening.
I had no idea how exactly my phone conversation with Joe went down, but he educated me in another thread on this message board. Thanks pal!
I had no idea that around 4:30, Chewee held a conversation with my sleeping body for like, 30 minutes. Lovely!
More to come, I am sure!
Thanks.
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Post by Gorg Pit on Apr 5, 2004 14:33:12 GMT -5
I have to say, seeing John almost kill Jason Johnson multiple times was most likely the greatest thing I have ever seen. The only thing to rival it that night was when John decided to go play with the peeps next door and we were all sure they would call the cops on our ass.
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Post by Jason/Peppito on Apr 6, 2004 19:27:46 GMT -5
GREAT fuckin night! I had to vote for finding out stories the next day too. It was fun getting everyone's details from the night before. I didn't get there til about 9:30 or something, so I missed John's acoustic geetar set. But here's my review from the moment I got to the camp.
I greet everyone with my usual "I want to fuck you" type hugs, head straight to the fridge and begin drinking. Almost everyone there was already drunk, specially Rusty and John. The first thing that cracked me up was the fact that Jason Johnson was a wearing a straw hat and a fuckin blue garbage bag!! He told me that I needed my own costume. So I grab a random straw hat, J-Deuce hands me a blanket to wear as a cape, and I found a plastic bag that I made into a bandana. Captain Peppito was in full swing! Once I get outside, John is yelling at the top of his lungs...mainly at Johnson and sometimes Luke. At this moment, John knew me only as “Steve Harvey”. WHY was he screaming and WHAT was he screaming about?? Someone PLEASE enlighten me on this! But in John’s drunken mind, I was the only one that “understood what he was trying to say.” After awhile of John yelling and coming closer to destroying Jason Johnson, someone decided that we were all going to the beach. So we all get a little alcohol for the journey. We all grab random trinkets to bring with us as weapons. (a-round-styrofoam-floatie-ball-on-a-string-type thing used for some sort of fishing activity, a little fishing net, mini hand shovels to dig in the sand, etc.) Drunk John was amazed at how the giant styrofoam ball that I had brought with me, looked like a tumor. We get to the beach and basically just run around like assclowns for awhile. These nappy little kids kept fuckin with us and telling shit to us. So I figured I’d be an asshole and scare the shit out of them. I find them sitting in the sand watching us do dumb shit. From out of nowhere, I come running full speed at them, while swinging the Styrofoam ball over my head ready to attack them. I dunno if they really thought that I was winding up a ball and chain type weapon, but it scared the hell out of them and they ran off like the punk bitches that they were! Fuckin Grand Isle ruffians!
We leave the beach, and head back to the camp. The drinking never stopped. At some point during the night, a few of us decided that we wanted to go out drinking. I don’t remember who planned it. It may have been Johnson, Chee Wee, or me. Who knows? Before we were about to leave, Johnson decided to stumble into a D&D conversation between Rusty, John, Jorj, and Josh. The moment Johnson stuck his nose into the conversation, John was ready to end his life on the spot! More classic moments right there! Anyway, Chee Wee, Johnson and I leave. Chee Wee drives us around Grand Isle, looking for the “Geddit!” bars. We stopped at Rome’s Lounge. We stayed there for a minute or so. Left that shithole, and stopped at this place called Artie’s. We stayed there for a while and tore up some foosball. Johnson could have even gotten himself some pussy from some bartender chick that he was hitting on. After leaving that place, we go back to the camp to see if anyone wants to come along. Luke The Trooper decides to head back to Artie’s Geddit Bar with us. We stay there for awhile longer, and head back to the camp. On the way back, Chee Wee slows down while Johnson takes a look in Rome’s to see what’s happening. We see these 3 nasty women standing outside the bar. J-Deuce asks them something along the lines of: “Where’s the chicks at?” or something like that. They say something back to him, and that’s when Jason Johnson said one of the funniest fuckin lines ever said by a human: “Those women looked like chicken gizzards!” Ahh golden!!
Back at the camp, Rusty and John are both passed out. Chee Wee decides to talk to Rusty while he’s passed out! Classic! While we’re hanging out in one of the bedrooms, someone decided to go out more.
But this time, someone decided to drive to the bayou and go to Premiums (Greenhouse). I’m thinking that this was Chee Wee’s planning here. I was along for the adventure, and I didn’t really give a shit where the hell went or what we went do. Johnson and Brennan followed us in Brennan’s jeep. At some point between Grand Isle and Leeville, Johnson and Brennan ended up disappearing and never seen again. I’m feeling damn fuckin drunk at this point too. We get to Premiums sometime later on, and I end up finding random friends there. Some were old school friends from my childhood. Strange shit. At this point, I have no concept of time or any other state of being other than I knew that I was really drunk, and I also kept asking myself: “What the fuck are we doing here?”
I think we stayed till Premiums closed. We left from there and headed back to the island. I ended up passing out not long after we left. I somewhat remember getting into a bunk bed. But the interesting part is that right when I went to lay down, the fuckin bed just broke in half! So the mattress ends up folding, and I end up sleeping on a broken bed for the night. When you’re drunk, everything is fuckin comfortable! I didn’t feel any kind of back pains or anything from sleeping in such a strange situation! Chee Wee passed out on the bed next to me, and snored louder than a fuckin elephant orgasms!! I wake up hours later, feeling fine. No hangover, and no scoliosis from sleeping on a broken bedframe! All in all, the night was a fuckin success, and I love everyone that was there! We need more bachelor parties!
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Post by bmatherne on Apr 7, 2004 14:29:55 GMT -5
Again, I agree with Jason, MORE BACHELOR PARTIES!
Jason, usually with a long post like that I skip ahead, or dont read most of it, but I took time to read it and was thoroughly entertained. And I also felt I had to put your mind at ease on the subject of Jason Johnson and I dropping of the face of the earth that night.
On the way to Premiums that night, Jason Johnson and I were spotted in Golden Meadow Territory and the jeep was confiscated by drunken elves that live by the Leon Theriot Floodgates. I had to pay them $473 to get the Jeep back, then I passed out at the wheel and ended up back at my bed. Weird night man.
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Post by Jason/Peppito on Apr 7, 2004 14:46:05 GMT -5
god dammit Brennan! You are LOVED! ;D
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Post by Kegg on Apr 8, 2004 1:14:18 GMT -5
It sounds like y'all mudda fuggas had an interesting night.
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rob
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Post by rob on Apr 15, 2004 7:34:51 GMT -5
All I want to know is:
How does Jason trosclair know how loud an elephant orgasms?!?
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Post by the magician on Apr 17, 2004 1:49:53 GMT -5
All I want to know is: How does Jason trosclair know how loud an elephant orgasms?!? all i want to know is what the fuck Rob's doing online at 7 FUCKING A.M.!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Post by endlessjoe on Apr 17, 2004 12:13:18 GMT -5
All I want to know is: How does Jason trosclair know how loud an elephant orgasms?!? Well, Jason spent some time in what people referred to as "The Circus". Not the circus in the normal sense of the word ...... but, you know..... let's just say I had to stand by the stage at all times with a fire hose in case they got stuck together. |
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