Go Big Roadshow

The passage below was sent in response to a picture Fez sent over email, by my dad.


I was just in North Dakota visiting Kaiser's sister Jamie and on behalf of your Gunnamatna I would have done you all proud. I drunkinated 5 chicks and 2 dudes that were staying at the Motel/RV Park CASA....Minot, ND USA. Worthy of Gunnamatna......I shall never know but one thing I do know......the bitches crawl the same no matter how fitshashed they get ! 2 into my room (fun had by all) the other 3 were found in the morning in the motel shower stall for truckers and the dudes.......in their RV's, damn pussies !

PS. Chicks dig electric iced tea and will drink it until their tits fall out !

Vegas 09

Enjoy......and no thats not Vin or I sharing a beer with Jolly

Jack

I have commisioned Nightowl "JACK" about a week ago. internet was too screwed up to post it. he has gone through the FULL prospect checklist with very limited resources, something not many of them have been able to do with entire liquor stores close at hand. Jack is the callsign granted, because nobody i have ever seen can drink that shit like this guy. He will be attending Nightowl functions when we get back, seeing as how we'll be stuck at Pendleton for like a month before we get out.

The players can now go fuck themselves

Jay Cutler demanded to be traded from the broncos because he got butthurt about trade "rumors", fucking up the last 3 years of building around him. Chad Johnson is officially and legally named Chad Ochocinco. Michael Vick, Brett Favre, and Terrell Owens have their usual dumbfuck things going on. Plaxico Burress somehow shot himself in the leg. Tony Romo's biggest career highlight is putting the sausage to jessica simpson. These alone are enough to make you want to beat pro atheletes into a coma with various blunt objects.

But if you follow college football or the draft, youve heard the name michael crabtree, who just spilled a full orange jubilee on the 49ers locker room carpet. This greedy little fuck is threatening to sit out his rookie year because some other receiver who was drafted higher is going to get paid more. This means Crabtree would be re-drafted next year and if he were picked high enough, would make a couple more million bucks. are you fucking serious.

He thinks because he was projected to be taken earlier in the draft than the guy the raiders took, darius heyward-bey, that anything lower than darius' 23.5 million a year is unacceptable. Its bad enough that rookies are being paid 23.5 million at all before doing anything but holding up a jersey with a zero on it, now the pricks are getting their panties in a wad because someone ELSE is making 23.5 million and they arent.

before either one of them has done jack shit.
I'll follow the Seahawks and watch all the games with other teams that i can, and continue to be interested in who wins, but players do not exist anymore. I no longer give a rats fuck about any of these scumbags. player merchandise is nothing but shit to be left in the store. if i want a shirt or a jersey, there will be no number or name on that bitch until these cocksuckers realize they have it made from playing a god damn game.

the end.

Nice

Hey oh

So yeah, I have been stuck in Oregon for another month for god knows what reason. Mongo found his way through here on his way home and we had some serious nights. One of which with a Mr.Ryan Meyer.

About not posting.

Well folks, Indeed, I have let down the spirit of the nightowls. I have been staying sober. But this friday, Kronik shall be in town and we will be hammered off our asses.

But I want to know about the rest of you. Cuban? where are the drunk stories? Jolly? Mongo? Hell they don't even have to be drunk stories. Just posts of ridiculous. Vin, I know you have some. It is getting pretty bad, that it is just Kaiser and myself doing the posting.

An update.

Got drunk, bought a paralyzed kitten for 4$.

One week later, got drunk. Get attacked from behind, finish the fight by coating a new shirt in his his faceblood.

The end.

Something

Well i'm bored as fuck. theres nothing interesting on the internet, roomate is sleeping so i cant do anything noisy. So lets ramble about some shit.

Going Big. I like to think of going big as a term of enlightenment. Bros with popped collars and fake sun tans are hitting the clubs this very minute, thinking they are going big. They order jaegerbombs, but likely have a favorite energy drink included in the shot, like it makes a fucking difference. in between their shots, which they probably call J-Bombs or JB's, they'll slow down with a couple mike's hard lemonades, and maybe even a natty light they'll pretend to chug.

Aside from their faggotry in their inebriation technique, they will ignore the thus far unwritten rule that conquering an area involves rallying the locals around your group, and eventually becoming the epicenter of Going Big for everyone in the vicinity to gravitate to and learn the ways of the Nightowl.
Not the Bros. In between hugging eachother and posing for "prison inmate stare" group photos where they throw fake gang signs at their iPhone camera, The Bros will annoy the living fuck out of each and every bartender, waitress, bouncer and customer in the place. Screeching noises they call laughter coupled with atrocious attempts to freestyle rap into an empty mike's bottle one of them spilled are the acts of the hour. Constantly referring to women as bitches and any man not in the group as fags will ensure that nobody within the area code will intentionally speak with the Bros or party in their remote proximity.

In short, These are the Antimatna. They are not without use however, as their presence allows the Nightowls to leave that much clearer of a mark on any society we touch. The Bros will always be just another group of "those fucking idiots" to the people unfortunate to meet them, which alone brings the Ministry's influence all the higher in the eyes of the soon to be conquered.
For me personally, the Watchhogs, Turkeynecks and SajMaj Express' of the world have fallen by the wayside. The Bros are now the most pathetic of species to me, and seeing them fail time and again to truely Go Big is a priceless bonus to take home.

Mons Venus

Some of you might find this a little strange that I am writing about this and not the Cuban, but I feel as though this place needs to be mentioned. Through the word of mouth I herd of this strip club called Mons Venus and that unlike normal strip clubs this one is very unique. Unique indeed, not only do you get to touch the strippers who are completely naked, fondle them but the lap dances are a respectable $20-$30. There is no Champagne room at this place no booth to secretly hide while you get your dance, no way! this is all done out in the open so everyone can see the show. As the Cuban and I were just watching the madness going on around us someone bought a dance sitting next to us. little did I know but I soon find out why this place is so popular. As I gawk at the un-tattooed, un- pierced, amazingly gorgeous blond doing a hand stand split backwards beside of me. I realized none of these girls had fake breast, all were what looked like to be in there 20s, they all had the proper amount of teeth and seemed to have a very good personal trainer. I wanted a t-shirt from this place but they did not have my size, plus the Cuban said per rules I could not get a t-shirt with out a lap dance. Anyway hopefully I will next time.