Introductions are in order.
I think Craig called it best this morning after he looked at the site counter. "Do we even know 85 people? This is cool."
That means a ton of people, people who have absolutely no idea who the BDS is or how a bunch of guys from high school can still laugh at inside jokes 15 years after the fact, have paid our little piece of html a visit. Always ones to offer our guests a cold beer when they arrive (after the required $5 cover charge is paid), it makes sense to make a few introductions as well. And what better way to gain a little insight into a person than by describing his bachelor party?
Craig (The Pink Flamingo, Lawrence, KS): The first bachelor party of the BDS. Buses run from a local fraternity house to Johnny's in Lawrence. We find out the hard way that bus drivers don't like Jack Daniels' Green Lable and that 320-lb. strippers, try as they might, simply aren't sexy.
Carley (Joe and Winnie's House, Wichita, KS): The folks are gone? Let's have a bachelor party at their house. This one is filled with lots of food, tons of beer, a stripper who slapped the bachelor, gunplay, a cu-de-sac filled with cop cars and one missing Sledge.
Kendell (Johnny's, Lawrence, KS): Not wanting us to get "too outta control", Ken's dad buys a meet and cheese tray hoping we won't drink on an empty stomach. What he didn't count on was Ken getting buck nacked, causing us all to lose our appetite.
Brian (Baby Dolls, Wichita, KS): Eleven guys pile into the Sledge family van and head off in search of adventure, beer and boobies. What they don't count on finding is a Lady of the Evening sitting in their hotel bathroom later that night with plastic fruit in her hand and a smile on her face. Gave a whole new meaning to the term "pay-per-view".
Fosty (The Pink Flamingo, Lawrence, KS): A busload of troublemakers jump aboard an old yellow school bus headed for debauchery and the Dirty Bird. What no one counted on was the bachelor getting thrown out of his own party or one of our own hitting on the bus driver.
Todd (Houseboat on Table Rock Lake, MO): Thirteen sea-faring landlovers board a houseboat filled with beer, whiskey, steaks and more porn than a roadside Texas truckstop. We set sail for three days of sun, suds and sunburns. Site of the infamous Greater Goddard Fag-Out '98 with one frogman even sneaking onto an enemy ship.
Case (The Show Palace, Austin, TX): Ever seeking to push the envelope further and further, the boys decide an old-fashioned strip joint is the place to find the edge. With ball and chain on ankle, this bachelor is subjected to everything a bachelor must endure. What followed was a wax molding never before seen that is still whispered about to this day.
Chris (Houseboats on Stockton Lake, MO): Once again, the boys opt to play pirates on the high seas. With Guns 'n Fuckin' Roses as the weekend's soundtrack, the BDS Flotilla cruises the fishing lanes looking for adventure. Not one but two houseboats, along with a Mastercraft ski boat and Sea Doo, make the BDS a navy to be reckoned with.
Blaze (Lakehouse on Table Rock Lake, MO): The gang gathers together at a quaint little lakehouse on the quiet banks of Table Rock. The money flows on the poker table, the smell of beer-soaked brauts fills the air and no, that door in the basement was already broken. The boys even find, in what can only be considered a sign from a higher being, a stash of merlot. We still owe you a few bottles, Mark...
Jeff (The Pink Flamingo, Lawrence, KS): A last-second change in plans move the last BDS bachelor party ever to the friendly confines of the Bird. Unfortunately, the BDS South boys couldn't make it up, so more than just the uninitiated are waiting to hear what the hell happened two weeks ago.
That means a ton of people, people who have absolutely no idea who the BDS is or how a bunch of guys from high school can still laugh at inside jokes 15 years after the fact, have paid our little piece of html a visit. Always ones to offer our guests a cold beer when they arrive (after the required $5 cover charge is paid), it makes sense to make a few introductions as well. And what better way to gain a little insight into a person than by describing his bachelor party?
Craig (The Pink Flamingo, Lawrence, KS): The first bachelor party of the BDS. Buses run from a local fraternity house to Johnny's in Lawrence. We find out the hard way that bus drivers don't like Jack Daniels' Green Lable and that 320-lb. strippers, try as they might, simply aren't sexy.
Carley (Joe and Winnie's House, Wichita, KS): The folks are gone? Let's have a bachelor party at their house. This one is filled with lots of food, tons of beer, a stripper who slapped the bachelor, gunplay, a cu-de-sac filled with cop cars and one missing Sledge.
Kendell (Johnny's, Lawrence, KS): Not wanting us to get "too outta control", Ken's dad buys a meet and cheese tray hoping we won't drink on an empty stomach. What he didn't count on was Ken getting buck nacked, causing us all to lose our appetite.
Brian (Baby Dolls, Wichita, KS): Eleven guys pile into the Sledge family van and head off in search of adventure, beer and boobies. What they don't count on finding is a Lady of the Evening sitting in their hotel bathroom later that night with plastic fruit in her hand and a smile on her face. Gave a whole new meaning to the term "pay-per-view".
Fosty (The Pink Flamingo, Lawrence, KS): A busload of troublemakers jump aboard an old yellow school bus headed for debauchery and the Dirty Bird. What no one counted on was the bachelor getting thrown out of his own party or one of our own hitting on the bus driver.
Todd (Houseboat on Table Rock Lake, MO): Thirteen sea-faring landlovers board a houseboat filled with beer, whiskey, steaks and more porn than a roadside Texas truckstop. We set sail for three days of sun, suds and sunburns. Site of the infamous Greater Goddard Fag-Out '98 with one frogman even sneaking onto an enemy ship.
Case (The Show Palace, Austin, TX): Ever seeking to push the envelope further and further, the boys decide an old-fashioned strip joint is the place to find the edge. With ball and chain on ankle, this bachelor is subjected to everything a bachelor must endure. What followed was a wax molding never before seen that is still whispered about to this day.
Chris (Houseboats on Stockton Lake, MO): Once again, the boys opt to play pirates on the high seas. With Guns 'n Fuckin' Roses as the weekend's soundtrack, the BDS Flotilla cruises the fishing lanes looking for adventure. Not one but two houseboats, along with a Mastercraft ski boat and Sea Doo, make the BDS a navy to be reckoned with.
Blaze (Lakehouse on Table Rock Lake, MO): The gang gathers together at a quaint little lakehouse on the quiet banks of Table Rock. The money flows on the poker table, the smell of beer-soaked brauts fills the air and no, that door in the basement was already broken. The boys even find, in what can only be considered a sign from a higher being, a stash of merlot. We still owe you a few bottles, Mark...
Jeff (The Pink Flamingo, Lawrence, KS): A last-second change in plans move the last BDS bachelor party ever to the friendly confines of the Bird. Unfortunately, the BDS South boys couldn't make it up, so more than just the uninitiated are waiting to hear what the hell happened two weeks ago.
posted by TheBDS at 9:17 AM
1 Comments:
maybe I shouldnt of told my co-workers about the site.
cw
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