Venom Power
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EMT/SRT said:Great drunk post! Glad my cell had no service last night!
MINE DID!!! So, I get this call last night from IronHead's phone around 1 am my time (2 am for them). In that call was about the drunkest bunch of peeps at one time I have ever received. I had a hard time making out what was going on. Something about everyone chasing some crab that fell out of Stinker's shorts and someone was gonna try to cook it with an ordinary lighter and no seasonings. Jack was having a great time with breathing difficulties laughing himself to oblivion; BadRC finally realized what he got himself into and will likely take the abuse with a smile as it comes… Griff got on the phone and slurred his speech all to hell before dancing around a garbage bag full of beer containers. His wife told me he was all out of control and may have injured himself (she definitely wasn’t drunk enough). Had Dawn been around Griff wouldn't have been able to get away from her so quickly. But by then Eddie and Dawn were asleep.. At 2 am? WTF? Oh, Roz's ear somehow got dry humped by someone that had quite a few more brews than they should have; Labontecsi forgot where and who he was as he had a hard time getting the words out of his mouth into the phone, and I suspect someone was about to get tea bagged, but I don’t know WHOOO. It could have been the man of the hour, Mr. Tony Sawyer since he was on the phone speaking in tongues. I don’t know WHAT he was talking about but it sounded like he was being gagged with an over abundance of banana moonpies. And… And in the middle of all this was Borden and his lady giggling like school kids unable in so may ways to take control of these crazy late night beach go'ers. Rain or no rain, nothing is gonna stop these kids from having a blast.
If you ask me, I say these folks were NOT drunk enough if they managed to dial my number and NOT get thrown off the property yet. And all along each of them said it wasn’t the same without Venom Power there. What could I have POSSIBLY done to make matters worse or funnier? Whatever I would have come up with I'm sure someone was going to be tossed in the Gulf with no raft. Likely would have been me. Anyway, after 25 grueling minutes of sand blasted mayhem they hung up. I wonder what condition Iron's phone is in after all that. And just before the phone went dead I heard IronHead in the back ground saying, “We’ve got your home number too bitch.†Wide-eyed and shivering in fear, I pulled the covers over my nose and prayed they would just catch that crab and put it back in Tony’s shorts before calling it a night instead of calling the house phone. I finally fell back to sleep. I can’t WAIT to see the pictures.
Hopefully I will catch the Sept GTG in PCB this year.
