Saturday, September 6, 2008

Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die

Kyle started the night off right by eating a whole Heorot pizza, drinking a Sparks, then taking a shot of 12 Year Jameson. Then ruping. A lot.

Swimming in a sea of red. Wait, tailgating? Seriously? At least I can say I did it. I know we played Navy and that's only because they were walking around in uniform.

This was the only Pabst in the joint. I can guarantee that.

Janis Joplin was reincarnated into a big lady who sings covers of Tom Petty songs at Ball State tailgate parties. Sweet.

Who let these hipster shits in? Nice boots, grr.

Chase said something about this dood appealing to "cool" kids by being weird and quirky like a Wes Anderson film. If you go to that website, the guy talks to you.

Dang, dog. Arbor Mist? Someone was rollin' classy.

AUSTIN 3:16, 2008.

This is Forster doing "whip-its". You release nitrous oxide into the balloon and then inhale it. It makes you sound like James Earl Jones. It also makes you look like a high schooler.

Kyle, post whip it.

Justin in his PRIME.

I forgot how good this stuff is. Too bad drinking Hamm's means that Mo'z iz clozed and we're at the Chug until further notice.

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