That is how I remember seeing that man the entire weekend. He nearly BIU'd me during the SS race, and tried to french kiss me at the party/debate. Good work C. Kinevil you made the Team Evil proud..
Vomiting is so 2005. You haven't lived until you've: (1) drank two, one liter boots of Spaten at Schroeder's, while repeatedly staggering out of your chair and saying "Mein Furher! I can walk!"]; (2) won a free T-shirt for doing so faster than everyone else; (3) taken a massive emergency dump on the floor of the parking lot becuase of same; (4) used the aforementioned free T-shirt as an ass wipe and tossed it onto 3rd Street; and then (5) passed out in your truck while eating a liquor store piroshki and listening to "Reign in Blood."
Stan is an eagle. He can fly. And that man can rally like no other in the drinking discipline. Let us all tip our cap to the master of the Egg Rope, Stan Beaver.
I have not laughed this hard since the incident in the diner in somewhere's ville IA when Cheever ate everything on Roberto's plate with his face then left the joint with nary a turkey leg... falling to the ground five steps later to make out with it.
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Nice.
Carb De-loading
Posted by: Lucky | November 10, 2009 8:27 AM
I wish I didn't click. So gross.
Unless this is a new form of hippie gardening.. you know, fertilizing.
Posted by: Nick | November 10, 2009 8:48 AM
thats just some nerves.
Posted by: d*pow | November 10, 2009 9:04 AM
That is how I remember seeing that man the entire weekend. He nearly BIU'd me during the SS race, and tried to french kiss me at the party/debate. Good work C. Kinevil you made the Team Evil proud..
Posted by: michael hartlaub | November 10, 2009 9:34 AM
aw, that's nice....
Posted by: Pinto | November 10, 2009 10:24 AM
Sure looks like Stan Beaver...
Posted by: Kid Riemer | November 10, 2009 11:36 AM
Vomiting is so 2005. You haven't lived until you've: (1) drank two, one liter boots of Spaten at Schroeder's, while repeatedly staggering out of your chair and saying "Mein Furher! I can walk!"]; (2) won a free T-shirt for doing so faster than everyone else; (3) taken a massive emergency dump on the floor of the parking lot becuase of same; (4) used the aforementioned free T-shirt as an ass wipe and tossed it onto 3rd Street; and then (5) passed out in your truck while eating a liquor store piroshki and listening to "Reign in Blood."
Posted by: Loudass, Esq. | November 10, 2009 11:44 AM
He is wasting all of that nacho cheese unless there is a big pile of tortilla chips out of frame.
Posted by: Shovelfoot | November 10, 2009 12:34 PM
that's my manager.
my life sucks.
Posted by: btd | November 10, 2009 12:56 PM
All day he was going on about how he had already puked in the morning...like he was the only one.
Posted by: Coco Merkin | November 10, 2009 1:57 PM
Stan is an eagle. He can fly. And that man can rally like no other in the drinking discipline. Let us all tip our cap to the master of the Egg Rope, Stan Beaver.
Posted by: Dave | November 10, 2009 3:28 PM
I have not laughed this hard since the incident in the diner in somewhere's ville IA when Cheever ate everything on Roberto's plate with his face then left the joint with nary a turkey leg... falling to the ground five steps later to make out with it.
Posted by: Ali | November 17, 2009 9:25 AM