Wednesday, April 12, 2006
White flour!
Three drunken pirates I call friends - Sleazy, Dyke and Col. Lingus - were recently in town to visit me, Joeja and h-bomb jr. during our annual college reminiscence drinkfest. We tore a hole in downtown Boise, exposed ourselves publicly, ran into a Neo Nazi and got drunk in a mountain cabin with no electricity. Pretty standard.
Not doing Idaho's image any favors, at one point we were in a ratty, smoky, sleeves optional bar that I love, when I saw a gigantic dude with a shaved head, a tattoo that covered half of his skull and a shirt with a picture of the Pillsbury Doughboy sporting a Hitler mustache and Swastika armband giving the Nazi salute and yelling, "White flour!" That's around the time the Colonel and I started drinking directly from the pitcher.
The sheer vulgarity of the weekend was impressive and rather than not do it justice with a long entry I will leave you with the trip's theme, used as a verb, adjective, noun and I imagine a gerund, also: Boner Douche.
Not doing Idaho's image any favors, at one point we were in a ratty, smoky, sleeves optional bar that I love, when I saw a gigantic dude with a shaved head, a tattoo that covered half of his skull and a shirt with a picture of the Pillsbury Doughboy sporting a Hitler mustache and Swastika armband giving the Nazi salute and yelling, "White flour!" That's around the time the Colonel and I started drinking directly from the pitcher.
The sheer vulgarity of the weekend was impressive and rather than not do it justice with a long entry I will leave you with the trip's theme, used as a verb, adjective, noun and I imagine a gerund, also: Boner Douche.
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