OK so speaking of close calls... I am not sure Eddie and blakes know how close they came... There was some talk of getting together for jager bombs when we were all in Jersey but never materialized... I have not had a sip of Jager in 5 or 6 years. Partly because it hurts too bad to get over these days and partly because I need to be quarantined the day after drinking Jager... It gives me buffalo farts...
When I was a young climber in my mid 20's I used to drink the hell out of it. Back in those days I was bouncing around in a beat up truck with my groundy and girlfriend rattling window panes in any neighborhood I could sling timber. Our truck window would not roll down on the passenger side and I would be driving and laughing my ass off while my groundy would be hanging out the passenger side door puking and my GF would be gagging beside me after I would let go with a mammoth jager fart. I found it highly amusing... We stopped to get a cheese steak for lunch one day and I went to the back wing of the restaurant where the restroom was located so I could drop the kids off at the pool. The area was full of patrons when I went into the bathroom. While in there I could hear a black lady who was sitting closest to the restroom say ooh lawd, dear lawd... When I came out the entire wing of the restaurant was vacant except for my groundy and GF who were sitting a good distance away laughing their ***** off... No lie...
Eddie, Chris, you guys just don't know what a close call you had... :fart:
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