Ahh “give me a badgie win or give me death” i believe thats what our forefathers said right?
Last weekend a few bros by the names of Skeet Skeet, Rick Durango, Jazzy J, KASH, and I went to our nations capital stayed in a hotel that had more class than all of us had put together in our left nut, just to validate this, after a raunchy Friday night in Adams Morgan, a rocking diversified jumbo slice pizza filled party neighborhood with bars lining the street we woke up saturday morning grabbed some greasy dunkin d breakfast a few dozen miller lattes and then walked through the lobby of a national science convention with lattes cracked and ready to start the day. Needless to say we stuck out with cardinal red motion W’s and pilsners in our hands. After a little pre-gaming we hoped an uber to a little college bar called Looneys (Bad idea) why you might ask, cappys and cokes were a dangerous price of $5. At that price and the mind set of bros only one thing can happen…shoveling liquor down our gullet like it was going out of style. Game time comes around ad we head in and thanks to skeet skeet hooking us up with some dope ass seats about 8 rows up from the rail on the fourty yard line badgers side line, so you know we were just chirping at the players. Rico Stave got yelled way too much gaining no attention from him, and constantly yelling at dieter the man eater from seymour, wisconsin just loving our lives. sad to say the clearest part of the game i remember is running back a kickoff return at the beggining of the game, oh and this fucking guido that bet on the game and was a blithering idiot that got me so flustered i wanted to give him a stone cold stunner and knock his ass over the rail but a couple 8 dollar beers and i was over that peasant. After the over we strolled over to the family waiting area hoping to get some pics with some badgies. Grabbed a snap with Gaglioni, vince beigel and then at last Joel Stave sunshine himself came strolling out with as much confidence as biscuits does after slaying the dragon so rick durango yells at him for a pic so we all go over there and jazzy j was of course in la la land so as he comes over stave says wow jazzys a big fella…scale of 1-10 stave is a 8 on down to earth…solid dude and that golden lettuce is always on point. after the game we headed over to george town where we met up with p rags a crazy bastard that had a twinkle of rage in his eye as soon as we met up with him. so we idled on back down to adams morgan and got blitzed as you could expect. Sunday came the day that ive been looking forward to for months, LUMP EAST COAST CRAB CAKES and CLAM CHOOOOOWWDDAAA…so sunday night we took a stroll down Pennsylvania ave and caught a glimpse of barrak taking Michelle to the work bench and idled on down to the Legendary The Old Ebbitt didnt give that menu the time of day and told the biddie with the pen and pad cup of clam chowda and the jumbo crab cakes toots. as i saw the plate come to the table i was so over joyed. on to the grading scale of this masterpiece
1-10
Presentation: 8
Portion of food:9
Texture of cake:10
Ammount of meat:8
Over all taste: Fucking orgasm in your mouth
Well that about sums up our bro trip of the year
Catch you on the rebound
Bullhorn
Bottoms Up Bros 