Monday, April 16, 2007

Signs of Intelligence

Our little blog has been quiet for some time. However, now that summer is near and the beach is calling it is time for some action!

Signs of Intelligence is another drinking game near and dear to our hearts. No cards or cups needed here - just the ability to drink and count syllables.

The gist of the game - listen to the conversation of your group and call out the person who says a word with more than three syllables. Simple enough.

For instance: "A spontaneous night out always leads to trouble." DRINK 4!! Spontaneous - 4 syllables.

However, signs of intelligence can be extended to words that just sound smart & out of place in a bar when you are drinking regardless of the number of syllables.

For instance: "Ahhh - that is a copious amount of beer!" DRINK!!! Honestly - who says copious when talking about beer.

Friday, January 5, 2007

$100, A Steak & A Baked Potato

During the 2004/2005 New Year's weekend the crew (Sacco, Tyner & Sparky) were up in Hotlanta bringing in the New Year like rockstars. After an eight hour stint at a local watering hole, the crew was tired of watching football and playing flip pitcher and decided to head on out to a strip club. As we rolled up to The Pink Pony it was then that I, Sparky, realized how full my bladder was as well as how long the line was to get in the club. My first thought - this is going to be bad, very very bad. Brittany & I tried unsuccessfully to coerce the bouncers into letting us in the club just to use the restroom. After standing in line for what seemed an eternity I started to complain about how bad I had to go. This is when the fun begins. My husband (please see previous posts) turns around and offers me $100.00 to relieve myself on him. WHAT THE SMURF?? I decline. He then offers me $100.00 & a steak dinner. Once again...WHAT THE SMURF??? I decline. My husband then states that he will throw in a baked potato as well.

My response - Make it a loaded baked potato and we have a deal.

*Please note that I did not relieve myself on this man. Although, if he had offered me $1,000 the story would have ended differently :)