Women for weiner!
Just damn. Could have been my college cheerleading squad. Myself, I was a member of the Roto-Rooters. We took 55 gal. drums to football games.
“Chewin tobacco, chewin tobacco,
spit, spit, spit,
Ex-Lax, Ex-Lax,
Go team go!
We got evicted on occasion. Usually. Mostly.
Rah rah ree, kick ‘em in the knee!
Rah rah rass, kick ‘em in the other knee!
Got escorted from the Colorado School of Mines by campus police. Seems one of my squad pushed the “reset” button immediately after I’d launched a league beating roll in the student union bowling lanes.
We got evicted from the football game for “excessive noise” and ended up on the hill, staked out at the college’s hangout.
It appears that no one from the squad recalls anything beyond that point, though the lady cheerleaders stated our behavior was “admible.”
I don’t pretend to recollect anything ... anything.
Someone said that Steve opened the cooler in the back of the 2002 beemer, and discovered someone threw up in it ... so he opened the back door and threw it out. On the x-town freeway. In Denver. We were escorted to our motel by Denver’s finest following a brief excursion up the wrong way on a one way, which was contrary to our understanding of directionallity (toilets swirl clockwise in the northern hemisphere?)
The gendarmes made me drive (non-drinker), and escorted us back to our Cherry Hills motel, where we found John, Roto-Rooter (with tenure) passed out on the curb in front of our room. Cops said: One of yours?
Um, yah. We confered our blessings upon them, and they, in return, didn’t put us in jail.
If this had happened today, we’d have been shot.
Just imagine the parts you can’t remember!
Remember Mr. Roberts?
Sounds like liberty on Elysium Island for the crew of "this 'ol bucket".