taking the browns to the superbowl, part triceratops

after drinking all of the pbr in the bar we moved on to whisky.
in this pic i'm ordering toby to clean my pee. clean my pee!


after the whisky we moved on to the high life...


and maybe there was more whisky. not sure. excelcior!


josh has a rare condition called bonus eruptus. you can see the bones trying to make their way through his nerf-like skin.


so after drinking 12+ beers, a round of whisky and a few pints of draino we went out to an all-night chicken joint. i met a nice southern girl named shit on a bun. i'm kidding of course. her name was shit on a biscuit.



so at this fried chicken joint you can only order two things: skin or fried skin. i think seth got the cobb salad with a side of buttered mosquito.

at this establishment either toby or one of his jerk friends made a jerk comment to the scary man and his mountain of chicken carcasses sitting across from us. i think the comment was something like, "hey, that's a lot of chicken over there. you gonna eat all that by yourself?" i thought this very strange because first of all, in new york you never talk to anyone, and secondly, if you do speak to someone, you definitely don't make sarcastic comments about their food. evidently strangers talk to each other and ask questions/make jokes about their food in restaurants in the south. why is that josh?


in the morning we woke up in toby's harem and pulled it together. my alarm went off at 5am and i made toby turn it off. that was the best. remember that toby? here is a picture of seth realizing he broke his glasses once again.


when we woke up we realized josh never came home. evidently josh remained at the all-night barf joint. this is a pic of him carousing for "tasty bitches." go get 'em tiger.


we eventually coralled josh and went out to brunch. josh had the roasted scrotum slathered in twice baked butt sauce. i think there were cooties in his meal. or at least one cooty.



i had the normal breakfast.



toby then took us to see his jerk campus.



and then we went to a castle. we ran into some forest ruffians, and in this pic you can see josh is planning to fight by shoving his thumb up the forest monsters' asses. i'm not sure if that is going to work josh. can't you just use a trash can lid?



after the castle we went out for some iced creams and a nice round of sitting. toby drove seth and josh to the airport and i went back to tob'y to decompress.



i saw this show on the tv machine about a sebastian bach, a ted nugent, a bass player, a guy from that band anthrax and bunch of other balls-shit insane rockers living in the same house. it was amazing. ted nugent, when not being a misogynist, shoots arrows into a fake deer. look toby, you dohave things in commen with these soputherners!



the next night toby and i went out to watch the 'canes take home the stanely cup. it was quite nice, seeing how the flyers will never do this in my lifetime.


and then we went back to toby's and i hoisted my own trophy...a chicken trophy with extra trophy sauce. and oh, at some point toby and i saw this documentary movie about daniel johnston. man was it a great movie, and boy is he a crazy man, and man was it a great movie.



and then it was time to drive back to brooklyn. our last hurrah was waffle house...


where toby had the wadded beef with a side of creamed eel and "wigglers." i have no idea what wigglers are, but it sounds funny.


i had the brains with extra smokey bone sauce and jam.


the drive home was terrible, as i knew it would be. i took some more pics but blogger won't let me post them. sorry.