men’s weekend virginia 2005

Men’s Weekend 2005 is but a memory. A very hazy, non-descript memory. Here are the highlites as I see it:

-P.Dirty got an application to work at a Subway in Hurrican, WV.
-The fine men and women of the Virginia Department of Roads are my new heroes.
-That one jackass who works for the Maryland Department of Roads is my new mortal enemy.
-Peruvian moonshine is basically just tequila in a fancy bottle.
-Turkey bacon sucks.
-Just because toilet paper can be fashioned into a believable Sumo-Wrestler outfit, that doesn’t mean it should be.
-Placing an unopened beer can in a fire will cause it to explode. If the fire isn’t that hot, it will be a small explosion. If the fire is really hot, it will spew molten-hot, beer-flavored lava throughout the room. In theory.
-Team Jesus is a terrible name.
-Putting crappy music on an Ipod is like putting Tequila in a fancy bottle. It doesn’t make it go down any easier.
-I suck at a card game called “Asshole.” P.Dirty and B.P. Gonzizzle rule at it. Conincedence? I think not.
-Sleeping in a sleeping bag is the closest any of us will ever come to returning to the womb.
-Danny. That one guy’s name is Danny.
-Bourbon-glazed chicken, shrimp, mashed potatoes, vegetables, salad, and bread is a good meal. Bourbon-glazed chicken, shrimp, mashed potatoes, vegetables, salad, bread, and CRAB LEGS is maybe the greatest meal ever.
-There’s nothing cooler during a snowball fight than sneaking around behind the opposing team and raining down snowy death on them from behind.
-There’s nothing un-cooler during a snowball fight than tripping over a branch, getting up running a few feet and smaking into a tree.

That’s off the top of my head. Let me know what I forgot. Pictures to come.