With the first posting of this new year, I would like to remind everyone
of that fantastic get-together know as Pi Lunch.
I hope all of you made sure to have Friday afternoon wide open so you could
attend (even you Stroker).
I will be there at approximately 12:55 after my Rheology seminar every week.
I would also like to anounce that I will be there this week (the 17th) as
well between the hours of 12 and 1, and would stay long as people are there.
I hope break was kind to each and every one of you...
YMAW&OW
Spooge
Trashley strikes again!
Badger Herald 1/21/03, band flu article, 8th paragraph from the top,
"Davis agreed saying, 'People just went in and did it.'"
that's what people do, you know...they just go in and do it. it's similar to riding a bike...
Aaron and I had our baby on January 16... A baby girl, Malia Rae. She weighed 7 pounds, 15 ounces and was 20 inches long. She is absolutely beautiful!
Sorry Dave...I owe you big time. Next game?
Hey guys,
It's that time again, I couldn't get this e-maild to everyone...so here is the info:
| What: | 8th Annual MuMuPi/Drum Ski Trip |
| Where: | Montreal, WI at the "Daluge" Ski Haus |
| When: | Leave evening of March 7, Return late afternoon March 9 |
| Why: | Drink, Ski, Drink, Ski...need I say more? |
| How: | Make your reservations today. Space is limited. Simply reply to tsagan@n-s.com and let me know how many people are in your party, if you can drive/need a ride, etc. You guys know the drill. |
| Cost: | My Dad is charging us $150 total for lodging expense for the whole weekend...the more people, the cheaper it will be. Food & Beverage costs will be determined later. Lift tickets are around $30/day. |
Hope you guys all watched that game on TV, it was great.
(On a side note, I'll be drunk and making out with people on the ski trip, so please come.)
So much for being drunk and making out on ski trip, hey?
I hear those ribs are a bitch . . .
and I thought I would be missing out . . .
I guess everyone else is too.
That is all.
Jimi-
We don't have to be on a ski trip to make out,
just tell me and I'm all for it.
Anytime, anyplace...
Jimi -
After reading that last entry,
I think you should be giving some serious
consideration to the following words:
"now"
"my bedroom"
(Note: "my bedroom" is interchangable with
any other room of your house, or other words
like "elevator," "stairwell," "the zoo," or
your favorite campus building.)
Wheelz...go home.
Hi saxamaphones, young and old. I admit I kind of fell off the map after graduation (and that whole band eviction thing) but I am a little disappointed that my only references in the hot tub are Stroker wanting to have sex with me and Retard admiring my knowledge of a cow's uterus. At least my finer points came through. Meanwhile, back to business...
sssss boom ahh whatever....
a limerick from mukwonago (where the hell is that)
shirley has a guy names miester
every night he liked to beast 'er
she would lick his ass
he'd let go with some gas
then he'd rise like jesus on easter
Dettmann Lives!
Just remember, you just have to make it painfully obvious,
and that's all the magic I need to be in the mood.
However, I still reserve the right to name the time and the place.
And so after another glorious Tuesday trip another freshman feels
the need to continue with some postings in the Hot tub.
A special shout goes out to the only upperclassmen that showed and
ended up being the subject matter for some good ol' limerick fun.
Also it was great to see a sub profess his longing for a member of rank 25,
keep up the good work.
Shirley also likes to make claims about random making out,
as you will all learn that is starting to apply to other new members
of the section as well (read on). And with that…..
Ssss.....Boom....Ahhh.....*whistle* a limerick
Shirley, a pi girl
She decided to give it a whirl
From tuba to trumpet
Oh how they pumped it
And the fruit on the bottom did swirl.
There once was a freshman named Chubb
His cock he always did rub
He practiced all his days
Up down and sideways
And he kept all his spunk in a tub.
Palomino and Beefstick
Performed quite a trick
In a 3 by 2 square
He spread her pubic hair
To make room for his little prick.
To the Freshmen: WTF... Nice limericks, dumb asses.
To Dettman: I would not go to class,
but the Big Ten doesn't open till 11.
Leaving me ample time to go to my 3 wonderful Friday morning classes.
Let this be a lesson kids, pay your tuition in a timely manner so you
don't have a shitty schedule like uncle Spooge.
Besides they look at me funny when I walk in an hour before they open,
ordering a beer.
To Pudge: I hate you.
To Beefstick: Making out with the wrong Pi.
There is one with a name that rhymes with "early"
that you should be making out with in that situation.
Here's to promiscuous sexual relations,
Spooge
Here's to Beefsick making out with names that rhyme with "early!" ( nice call Spooge)
Two more things:
Jimi- this is me making it very obvious, please call, sex needed.
Petey- It's MEESTER, get it right, dumbass.
Someone hand Jimmy the damn phone!
Wow! I'm impressed with the flaring of hormones amongst the saxes ...
which reminds me:
Shirley, you still owe me that birthday gift
[remember what it is?] from 2002.
And, since my 2003 birthday was last month, I think you could double* it.
Call me!
*as in, duration of time, and/or with more fringe benefits.
I qualify for Dettman's 1b & 1f (minus Texas) congrats. Yay!
Brian-
I do remember, how could I forget such an opportunity?
Come over with Jimi.
I would like to ammend my last posting.
The Big Ten normally opens at 11, except for this week when it opens at 8am.
None the less Fatty and I will be waiting there before the bar opens to get
our respective drinks on.
Go Badgers
Spooge
Spooge, my personal record: started at Pi Lunch at 11:00 a.m. Finished at 3:00 a.m. Tip for success: leave a credit card at the bar and don't look at the bottom line when you sign out.
Brian-
Got your message, I'm working on it, can you call and leave
me dates and your phone number again?
Thanks
If you are, ever were, want to be, or know a saxophone,
please come help me celebrate my 21st birthday on Friday,
730 at the Gritty.
We'll move on from there, call my cell if you want to meet up
with us later.
6122103000
I promise there will be lots of hot chicks making out with
each other.
EAD&OYM
Shirley
Happy April Fools Day, me personally being a fool would
like to point you all towards a site made for people like you
it has some great April Fools ideas on it.
http://youdontknowwhoiam.org/lol.html
Enjoy the foolishness.
| Hint from Suan: ALT-F4 is your friend. CTRL-ALT-DEL is also your friend. |
So Palomino,
Does this prove your crap?
However humorous Suan's posting may be, I am very confused
as to the "does this prove your crap?" portion.
I would also like to say that after getting a blow job
I would not like some woman to parade around the room
using my schlong as a string.
-Willie
two comments/stories:
first, for anyone who did not attend the janesville concert,
proving crap would relate to the comment that palomino made during
dinner at the fat man's house.
according to our brilliant freshman, fat things can be blown up
and floated across the room (hence the picture above).
after thoroughly being made fun of for this comment,
he continued on to say, "i'm going to become a doctor of everything.
i'm going to prove crap." bravo.
i'm afraid for the future of our section and for the future of humanity itself.
second, for anyone in town, we will be proving crap at my house
this saturday night.
we will imbibe and possibly experiment with palomino's other theory...
allegedly the mass of the human body can be suspended from a wall for
hours using simple household duct tape...
that is all.
On a side note, Ashley and I will also be using the duct tape for an event involving Beefstick and a dildo...
Are video cameras allowed?
From the April 2003 UWBAA Echo:
MU MU PI Turns 25!
By Mark Nepper
As all great organization must, MU MU PI, the National Fraternity of Marching Saxophones began with innocent, yet noble intentions and generous consumption of spirituous libations.
What began on the afternoon of May 12, 1978, with an outing at Picnic Point in Madison has grown, thrived and flourished for 25 years. MU MU PI members, including current band saxophonists and alumni, this year will mark the fraternity's 25th anniversary with two celebrations: a party following the Varsity Band Concert April 26 at Jordan's Big Ten Pub and a reunion festival Friday night of Alumni Band Weekend.
These events will commemorate the beginning and continuation of MU MU PI. As members of the saxophone section hovered around a barrel at Picnic Point, which Rich Reppen transported to the party via canoe, they creamed and schemed about the future.
According to PI Alumnus Tom Notbohm, saxophone players discussed the idea of creating a fraternity for saxophone players, fashioned after other academic fraternities on campus. The idea grew from there. So, apparently, did the bonfire. Reppen had to use a Frisbee as a paddle on the return trip home. Apparently, his canoe paddle ended up in ashes. Put another log on the fire.
MU MU PI received official fraternity status through the university, but the organization solidified its standing and reputation because of a road trip that a ragtag fleet of band members made to the University of Michigan in 1978 for a hockey game. The trip, as road trips tend to do, generated great stories and great times. Notbohm said that during the weekend, some Michigan band members stole a University of Wisconsin banner.
About two weeks later, a classified ad written as a ransom note appeared in the Daily Cardinal. Some members of MU MUPI put together a package with two notable items: a photo from the 1977 band trip, known simply as "Moon over Benton Harbor," and an infamous cow pie. These industrious members sent the package to the address listed in the classified ad. Somehow the package ended up in the director of bands' office, and the director of bands immediately called Mike Leckrone, UW Marching Band director.
For years after this incident, Leckrone refused to sign MU MU PI membership cards, Notbohm said. "If you have one that's signed from that period, it's kind of a treasure."
This incident resulted in the spread of MU MU PI, which subsequently established chapters at Michigan, Notre Dame, Indiana, Northwestern and North Dakota. Many of these chapters created PI cards patterned after those of the founding chapter. The PI card carries such weight that establishments around the world accept it as readily as American Express cards. Membership truly does have its privileges.
The PI card reads:[Back of Pi Card edited because Stroker's a fucking moron]
In 1978 four members of the fraternity established the first of several PI houses. The first PI house at 510 W. Washington drew throngs of partygoers. Big attractions at these parties included dances to the soundtracks from the movies Animal House and The Blues Brothers, and taking guided tours to the basement where you could watch the floor joists sag and rebound from the gyrations a floor above.
On at least one occasion, PI founding member Mike Cechal drove his motorcycle into the living room, followed shortly by three police officers. Another form of entertainment at these parties involved playing a game where participants pass hand signals around the table. The game achieved such popularity that MU MU PI began holding tournaments with cash prizes each year.
The original chapter also established a tradition of a PI banquet, a Thanksgiving-type feast complete with fudge bottom pie.
PI members also initiated the tradition of gyros the night before road trips and then cold gyros as soon as the bus left Humanities, much to the annoyance of everyone else on the bus.
Another long-standing tradition, known simply as the PI Lunch, began a few years later. Saxophonists began gathering once each week at the Kollege Klub. The PI Lunch continues at Jordan's Big Ten Pub.
For more information about the MU MU PI Spring event, check out the PI web site at: http://www.mumupi.org/wisconsin
Plans for PI fall reunion are in the formation stages. For more information about the fall reunion, contact Mark Nepper at Nepdogg245@aol.com or Tom Notbohm at notbohms@charter.net.
Hey, everyone. Just would like to congratulate myself for penetrating
Suan's loophole-less security system involving the hot tub.
The URL of the censored hot tub is cgi.cs.wisc.edu/...../hot-tub-censored.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the real hot tub would be
the above minus the "censored". And thanks to Stroker for posting
the answer to the password-hander-outer within the text of the preceding post.
Now that I taunted you guys, I'd like to use the remainder of my post
to say that my name is Dustin and I'll be trying out for the section in
fall (if I can get in shape), and that you guys are great and reading
your posts is quite enjoyable. I feel like I know you all already but
that's weird.
Eat a rock
Dustin
So Dustin,
Have you been stalking this site, or do you just have impeccable
timing, "infiltrating" the system just 30 minutes after Stroker's post?
In case anyone doubts me, the "hot-tub-censored" naming
was made deliberately simple: the only purpose for the "clean"
site is so we could get it linked from the band's site ;-D.
And I haven't yet decided whether to change the hot-tub password --
the fraternity will convene tonight for serious deliberations and
inebriations to consider the matter, so if you want to respond, here's
your chance...
Suan
Suan,
My only intentions for use of the site was for self-entertainment
and education on PI culture/life. I was shocked myself to find the
very answer I seeked so obvioulsy yet so subtly emplanted within the
bowels of the hot tub. The only thing I know how to stalk is ladies,
in a good way. I didn't intend to soil the colorful, sacred,
immaculate traditions of PI culture.
Have plentiful inebriations
Dustin
Dustin-
Thanks for your interest, now get the hell out of our hot-tub
"not-even-a-freshman-yet!"
If your looking for something to do I'm sure you can always go play your "favorite game." I'll just leave it at that for now.
I'd like to commend Chubb for kickin' it old school Sat night. (Assuming he lived through the night.) One piece of advice: Whenever someone says there's no puking in the bathroom, that usually means go outside -- not to the kitchen sink.
First things first, I am alive and kicking.
Second, thank you for the advice and for pointing out the error in my ways.
I will try, in future drunken stupors, to correct my error.
Finally to #9 thank you for the night of enjoyment and sorry for the sink.
Save a tree, Eat a Beaver
Chubb-
Did you get my e-mail?
Shirley
Shirley:
I don't know about Chubb, but I got one from
"NUDE TEEN ASIAN BATHROOM SLUTS XXX".
That's yours, right?
Stroker
For those of you who are unaware, Leckrone was the latest guest on Badger Chat. While I am fairly certain this question comes from a sax alum (or even current member), I thought I would post it here since it so accurately reflects the unwavering love Mike has for our section. The question and answer went as follows:
ihatepompoms: Do you plan on doing anything special to commemorate the 25th anniversary of Mu Mu Pi?Mike Leckrone: What is that?
Yes, Stroker, that was mine. Did you enjoy it?
Leckrone: "What did you think of the musical style of 'Matrix'?
MMP anon: "The music was fine, but Keanu Reeves bald was just unpleasant."
For a great weekend filled with music, alchohol, and Pi folk galore.
I propose a toast to Spooge, Suan, and Desi for all the work they
put into this weekend.
Heres to them,
Raise your glass,
Heres to them,
They are all horses asses,
So drink chug-a-lug chug-a-lug.
Is Suan still alive? Because I believe that is the bigger question at hand.
I'd like to commend Suan for kickin' it old school Sat night.
(Assuming he lived through the night.) One piece of advice:
Whenever someone says there's no puking in the bathroom,
that usually means go outside -- not to puke all over yourself,
sit in it, and pass out in a video game's chair.
It sounds like I disapprove, but that couldn't be further
from the truth,
Stroker
PS- Mad props also to Chubb for his Jedi mind tricks on
the bartender: "I'm not the underager you're looking for."
"You're...not...the underager...I'm looking for...HEY! YOU!
Palomino! Petunia! OUT!" Chubb has bushido, I'm telling you.
Hmmm.... First some not-even-freshman, and now the Missing Persons Department. I think the Hot Tub has some serious security issues.
Although I'd like to take credit, just to clarify, I didn't do it. BTW great concert Saturday--appropriate display of the Pi-flag at the end
Hey Dustin!
Stay the Hell out of our hot tub!
Go play what isn't even your favorite game because you
haven't even earned the lowly status of freshman.
Eat your dick.
So yeah, I'm alive, though still a bit under the weather (and shitty weather, at that ;-).
Re Stroker's remark: if they didn't want puking in the bathroom, they shouldn't've locked the most convenient egress from that back room...
To the current Pi people...Great concert Saturday night,
though the music seemed strangely familiar.
Awesome party afterward.
Had to shake the dust off the war drums but I was happy
to get them out again.
To the retired Pi people that came...
Great to see you again. We should get together more often.
To those that didn't...Wheelz sucks.
To Suan...wow.
To Spooge, et al...thanks for organizing the fiesta.
Excellent choice in *beverages*.
To all who care...Yes, I was in a cow's uterus today.
And the calf lived. Story at 10.
Ahem...
First of all, who sucks? Oh, that's right, it's Dettmann's mom.
By the sounds of things, the reunion was a smashing success.
I wish I could have been there, although I probably would have brought
the festivities to a critical mass, and someone could have died, or worse.
Which ties in quite nicely to the next point I would like to make.
It's never too soon to start thinking about reg week. It brings a warm
feeling to my heart when I think about it. However, to some reading this,
it should bring a wet feeling to your pants (and I don't mean the good kind).
I'm sure 99.9% of you know what I'm talking about. Please, please, please
prepare yourself this summer, so you can dish out the proper punishment
one person so sorely needs. You know if I could, I would.
To wrap up tonight's hostilities, a great man once said:
I'll send you a love letter! Straight from my heart, f*cker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a f*cking gun, f*cker! You recieve a love letter from me, you're f*cked forever! You understand, f*ck? I'll send you straight to hell, f*cker!
I find myself wondering how exactly to pronounce "f*ck".
Is it a click, like in Starvin' Marvin's language?
Normally, I thought that was spelled with an exclamation point,
as in "Looboo !beng yes I was going to finish that appetizer, you FAT FUCK!"
Ffff[click]ck.
I think I just sprained my tongue. Ow.
Damn.
Seriously, this hurts worse than the time Dettmann's mom
showed up at Pi Guy Poker Night, I lost big, she lent me some
bank so I could stay in the game, I lost even bigger,
and I had to work off the money she lent me.
Gambling debts are the worst,
Stroker
Hmmm... Considering the condition the Malaysian Sensation
was in that night, I am glad you didn't show up Wheels,
because I would have to find a new room mate...
Although thanks for all who did show up, I am glad to
see it was a success. We have to do that again sometime,
although with a little less vomit next time.
EAD&ODM*
Spooge
*On Dettmanns's Mother
Linguistics 101: the Xhosa use an "x" to represent the clicking sound. The Bushmen ("Hottentots") use |, ||, and ‡, but not *. This must therefore represent a new sound.
Perhaps the "pop" sound you make with your finger in your mouth, or perhaps with something other than your finger...
Suan
Note to Suan:
While your display of projectile vomitting was quite impressive,
your last posting proves that the copious amounts of alcohol you
consumed did in fact fail to accomplish one small feat -- kill
anywhere near enough brain cells.
...or perhaps that is exactly what it did, thus killing off your
weakest brain cells...
Here's to survival of the fittest!
Huh. Of all the things I expect to find in the Hot Tub when I visit
(naked pictures of Dettmann's mom, naked pictures of Dettmann's mom
riding a horse, naked pictures of a horse riding Dettmann's mom,
and naked pictures of a smiling Dettmann with one arm elbow deep
in his mom and the other flashing a thumbs-up), an education is
pretty damn low on the list.
It's cool, though--thanks to Suan, I can now transcribe some of
my favorite movies:
Dick Shaft: "Uhh...uhh...you like that? Take it. Take it all."
Mandy Suxx: "Mmmfmhumm*mmmm*mur*huh*hm*mm*m*m*m****o**"
Hey now. I used the words "bushmen" and "hottentots" in the same sentence, and alluded to a finger in mouth. I'm disappointed that no one has made use of these openings...
Suan
I'll make use of your openings, Suan. Don't worry about that.
I'll abuse them until they're of no use to any normal man. Just you wait.
Stroker
Jimi-
Seriously, this is me calling, I haven't had any since, like, November.
The Alamo Bowl is a more recent memory than sex, please help.
Luv Shirley
Chubb et al:
Enjoy,
Stroker
Four inches?!?! It's only four inches? That sucks.
HEY, Its not how deep you fish. Its how you wiggle your worm.
... and how much voltage you charge it with...
"She saw fireworks that night... literally"
| ... 220 VAC is plenty of voltage to shock a 4 inch "fish", since I am an expert you know. |
|
Just how did my mom find her way into the hot tub?
It was Mother's Day yesterday for cryin' out loud.
Some guys have no respect. Spooge, you never even met my mom.
To Stroker and his 4 inches: the girth of a can of corn, baby!
To Wheels: Your sister talks a lot like Mandy Suxx whenever
she comes to/at/on my house.
Happy 25th Mu Mu Pi...
Here's to 25 more, and to fucking.
EAR&OW
Spooge
Willy? Where art thou?
Surely you can't be that desperate.
"I am desperate, and don't call me Shirley"
Hey if she wants to be desperate that's her perogative. Shirley you know where I live. See you real soon and on you know what.
Dettman, are you sure you know what you are talking about? The last naked run on I witnessed didn't offer any thing as big around as a can of corn. However it was the BEST naked run on I have ever seen and probably the best ever done. Knee height and form were perfect.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
The Hot-Tub password has been reset.
Use the "Click Here for Password" link to get the new password,
and e-mail me if you have any problems.
Have a great summer!
Suan
Dustin -
I'm wondering what you think of the new password?
Please post and let us know if you like it or not.
There's no way in hell I'm going to be able to figure all this
complicated stuff out when I'm wrecked.
Another thing: Sensation, you ever use the blink tag again,
and I'll break your fucking kneecaps.
Cowpoke, Stubby, Cassius: the drinking light has officially
just been lit. I don't know if we'll be able to top drinking at
the church, cherry tomato hockey, or the hottest girl on girl action
this side of Tatu, but all you useless wastes of skin better bring
the biggest pants you own this weekend, because I'm certainly going
to try to top it. Shit...if the open bar's open enough, I'm going
to drop my pants and make out with Pastor Simons.
At least we won't be camping. It'd be a goddmaned tragedy if
Cowpoke was still trying to empty his stomach at 4:00pm on Sunday. Again.
On the other hand, it would be pretty funny if Cassius had to make
a right turn to walk down the aisle, but was so drunk he could only make lefts.
I wonder if I'll be able to get my bridesmaid to abandon me during the
wedding party dance like I did with Fozzie Bear at Cowpoke's reception...
(Confidential to Cassius: The present that my lovely wife and I got
you should help you considerably more in the sack than the one I gave to
Chuckles and Mothball.)
Bloody Marys at sunrise,
XXX
First, I must say the new password totally sucks!
You know they put the best of us up front. :)
Second, to Stroker... Although we chose not to use the present you
gave us for our wedding the little toys we traded it for are wonderful
and have been well-used. So in the end, it probably was the best present
we got... just not the best for opening up in front of family.
Please no making out with Pastor.
It's official...Klitch is married...again. Some of my favorite moments...
"Drink for playing Luther Vandross"--Wheels
"Yeah, but when the turkey's done it doesn't spit on you"--Wheels
"It is the flem that unites us"--Wheels
let us not forget...
"I'm like fucking Popeye!" (pause)
"I'm not FUCKING Popeye." --Wheels
...and what is the deal with a 2 hour and 11 minute Brewer game?
I do believe I can count on three hands the number of pitches I witnessed
in person.
Tucker Max knows what it means to be a sports fan:
http://www.tuckermax.com/Stories/gameday.htmTake notes, you lightweights,
Jimi-
Does one of the guys you did your film with work at Ian's?
Wilhelmy or something?
Continuing in my quest to knock around on the web so you don't have to (think of me as a Tivo for the web that runs on tits and alcohol instead of 120V AC), I humbly offer the following:
http://media.ebaumsworld.com/foosball.mpg
I would like to thank Stroker for streamlining my workday ineffeciencies.
Instead of searching for mindless crap all by myself, I simply click on
the links provided by the alcoholic Tivo. My employers thank you as well,
I am sure.
As an aside, there was a Little Keith spotting at the Bowling Green
softball diamond last week. When it was mentioned he was looking good,
we were informed it is because of his diet.
"Beer and bread. It's not for everyone, but it works for me."
Absolutely brilliant.
Dave, don't you mean "I'm like f*cking Popeye!" -pause- "I'm not f*ucking Popeye"
Oh, and I also would like to thank Stroker for taking all the work out of the internet. Between molesting cows and molesting my wife, I just couldn't find the time. We should road-trip to some random game and try this newly acquired game day routine. Perhaps Giants v. Jets?
Dettmann -
If by f*ck, you mean fuck, then yes, that is exactly what I meant.
This is boring...
Well if you're so damn bored why don't you call me. I'll show you some fun! but yes these alumni seem to ramble on these days. What will be, will be I suppose.
ssssSSSSSBOOM AAAAH *whistle* A Poem:
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Retard's mom.
Retard's mom who?
Retard's mom is a whore.
Love,
Stroker
Stroker -
A Knock-Knock Poem...very interesting. While my mother
is oftentimes easily entertained, I am sure she was expecting
something a bit more creative -- I will let you know what
she thinks after she reads it.
Willie -
Say what you must to overcome your extreme jealousy.
Have fun on the Bookmobile this year, and try not to sleep
so much that you can't get all your studying done.
I'm sure I'll want to hear all about who took the longest
nap when you guys get back from your Road Trips.
Shirley -
Suck It!
Just give me a time and place. (Haven't got any since November...)
Happy Birthday Willie-
So, I hear you're buying us all beer now?
I don't know who you've been talking to. Buying perhaps, but paying is another thing.
Dear Willie,
I will assume you were still drunk when you posted your last message,
thus allowing me to chalk that comment up to innebriation.
Mr. Webster and that slut Merriam define "buy" and "pay" as follows:
Dave-
Can I buy you a drink tonight?
Shirley, not the response I would have guessed.
Willie - If I want your opinion I will give it to you.
Shirley - Yes, please. And regarding the payment,
do you think maybe we could work out some sort of installment plan?
| Who: | Me and hopefully most of you. |
| What: | Second annual Party on the Lake |
| Where: | Big Cedar Lake outside West Bend |
| When: | August 15, 16, 17. |
| Why: | Back by popular demand |
Installment plan? Like every night or so? Something like that?
Highlights, in roughly chronological order:
Learning about LSD, marijuana, and syphilis from 1950s era films.
Hearing about Team Milton's extraordinary showing the night before.
Inaugural bocc'.
Yummy dishes to pass, from Retard's whore of a mother's recipe
for pasta salad to Donk's Kahlua cake.
NOTE: if you want to please a crowd, try a little harder than coleslaw.
Coleslaw and strippers, maybe, but coleslaw alone officially does not cut it.
Not scaring away Adam and Josie, even though I included you animals
in the first time Kari and I hung out with them outside of baby class.
Playing the Upside-Down Game with Hayley in line for tickets.
Junior high school girls screaming "WIENER!" at the top of their lungs.
Congratulating #7 after the game for lowering the boom on the Honker
catcher at home plate, even if he did get called out.
Fireworks, for no goddamned reason at all.
Watching Retard try to impregnate Wheels' truck.
Hearing Adam say "That explains the nickname" shortly thereafter.
Whorehouse asking where the park was, inexplicably slugging Retard
in the gut, and sprinting off towards it.
Busting open a big bottle of the most recent vintage of Bases Loaded.
Waving a hanky at Team Milton as they left to do battle once again.
Driving Trashley's 38-drink bus via telephone.
Understanding maybe a third of Half-Pint's drunken rambling words
over the same phone.
Breakfast at the Cracker Fuck Barrel.
Kari not starting labor just yet.
She's due August 5, which means she's been considered full term since July 15.
Now that she's made it past the cookout, she can go any day now.
Thanks. Kari's pretty serious about not wanting to miss the gathering
at Retard's cabin, so expect to see us there with a teeny tiny baby,
barring any complications.
Retard: if it's a girl, you're not allowed to hit on her until her belly
button heals properly.
Willy: the same goes for you if it's a boy.
Stroker
Forwarded on behalf of Kurt Kaspar (Hoss) <kkaspar@wisc.edu>:
I stopped by the Big Ten Pub for the reunion that the youngsters planned
this past spring after the UW Band Concert, but since I was working for the
concert by the time I arrived the final warhoops were already being uttered
and one young lad was beginning to puke. There were some old farts from
before my time there and youngsters from after my time there, but there was
nobody in attendance from the Late 80's/Early 90's crowd.
So here's the deal, instead of just a single evening we are planning an
entire weekend event. That way if anyone is unable to make it for the
entire time perhaps you can join in for a portion. The dates will be Friday
September 12th - Sunday September 14th. One thought was to start Friday for
anyone who is willing/able to take the day off of work. We can play some
golf or do some boating, have PI Lunch, and spend the evening hanging out
at the farm (my house for those of you who don't know) where we'll have a
fire/play some Indian/drink some beer (or soda for the kinder gentler
crowd)/sit in the hot tub and just spend some time catching up. The thought
for Saturday was to try to score some tickets to the Badger Game, and play
the evening by ear. Sunday? you guys tell me I can't make all the plans.
Everyone is welcome to stay at my place, we have one guest room and
plenty of floor space. Some people who are into camping have mentioned
pitching a tent there's plenty of room for that (80acres). There is also
plenty of parking space if any one wants to bring a RV or pop up camper.
Please send a reply either way, whether you can make it or not that
way I at least know that you received the invite. Also pass the invite
along to folks I don't have addresses for. Everyone's welcome, we'd like
to see PI's of all generations attend.
I hope you can all attend since I haven't seen many of you in a number
of years.
For those who don't know I live about three miles east of Yahara Hills
Golf Course I'll send directions to anyone who's interested in attending
at a later date.
Dave---
By snacks you mean....food?
Shirley: No--by "snacks" Retard means "snatch".
With that out of the way, please allow me to announce
the arrival of the newest Pi Guy to grace the People's
Republic of Madison with his very presence:
Matthias Mark Stokosa.
It's pronounced German-style: Mah-TEE-us.
Everyone's going to call him Matt--like Whorehouse,
both in given name as well as time spent playing with tits.
Birthdate: August 11, 2003, at 10:01pm
(38 minutes before the technical full moon)
Birth Weight: 6 pounds, 15 ounces
Birth Height: 19 inches
Cock: Bigger than Wheels' already
Love,
Stroker
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It's about noon right now, and if anyone is wondering: I can still taste cologne in my mouth...
What, nobody has the thoughtfulness to thank Retard for the righteous
shin-dig on the lake? Well let me be the first. Thanks, Retard, now
go fuck yourself.
To Fatty, Chubb, Swan, and Willie...you have your work cut out
for you trying to keep the rest of the section awake this year
(well, not you Swan) since we were the only ones enjoying the
fire Saturday night. Let me know if you need a hall monitor
for the Bookmobile this year. I do a great artificial insemination
demonstration and I'm sure Leckrone would love to catch up on old times.
Give me a buzz the next time there's poker to be played or a snake
in the grass to catch.
To Wheels...I hope your new floor looks great, you weak piece of shit.
I'll be at your house Saturday to shoot my wad all over it.
Oh, Nancy is much more fun on the phone than you are.
Next year, don't even bother going home...just stay there again.
To Stroker...Have fun with the fruit of your loins.
And you are correct, already bigger than Stubby.
Lotsa love,
Your friendly neighborhood bovine proctologist
By the way, Sensation, who were you sucking on to get the taste of cologne into your mouth?
Well, Chubb smelled strongly of cologne....