Bloggy Smloggy 29

Harry Potter Intro

Doesn't the name Harry Potter sound like a 45 year old hippie gardener who should be cultivating self sustainable food for a co op in a trendy part of San Francisco? I'm Harry Potter.... I'm a nerd who wears glasses and knows magic. Blah Blah Harry Potter. Go suck a penis! I've never seen a Harry Potter movie. I like my super heroes who are strong, get laid, and do drugs. Harry Potter is a lab geek who collects worms, drinks Diet Rite, and sucks dick. I don't know if he sucks dick but he does have that one ginger friend. What's that kid's name, Rupert? Yeah.. Harry gives it to Rupert pretty hard. I'm sure of it. With all that magic he knows. I would put money that Harry with his little magic stick says, “tweedle dee tweedle dum, Rupert suck my dick until I come, if you don't, if you won't, you”ll become a toad at once”. You know Harry Potter got that “magic game”, he just puts a spell on chicks and they give it up to him. Is it me, or is Harry Potter always going through puberty? Seriously that kid hasn't aged since the first movie came out 10 years ago. Harry F'n Potter man.... I ain't hating. I'm just jealous I don't know magic spells. Do your thing Harry!

My Bit About Horny

I told my friends that my penis is horny. “Hey guys my penis is horny”. Just my penis. Not anything else on my body. Think about it. When your horny, the horniest part is your penis. Your hand can't be horny. Your legs can't be. Your elbows can't. So when you say your horny, its your penis if your dude. When your a girl, its your a vag. That science my friends. Science, indeed.

Ex F*ck Buddy

Apparently, there is thing called “ex f*ck buddies”. A girl actually told me that this guy was her “ex f buddy”. Seriously, you can have an “ex f buddy”. I mean I thought you can have ex gf's or bf's but now we have ex f buddies. How do you do end that relationship? Can you be serious “f buddies” where you meet her parents? Like, “Were pretty serious f buddies, I think she might be the one. It's a fricking f buddy! I don't get it. That's like saying, that's my “ex friends with benefits”. We no longer date, errrr.... I mean have no strings attached sex.

Serious Conversation (Real Talk) with Naked Guy

Everyday is a new day. No day is going to be as fresh, young, and as new as the one your living in. Everyday every minute your living is the youngest part of the day. That's some deep stuff. This is the stuff I think about the morning after I smoke some pot. Days that have happened are over, done with it. Those days are old. I'm talking about new days. These days are new, they days have never lived yet. Everyday a day happens, it's like a new day is being born. It's a baby day. You actually know more than the next day because the next day hasn't happened yet. You should be able to outsmart the day and take advantage of that day for all it's worth.

Yeah, I Pull Out

Every time I masturbate I pull out. It's the most effective way of birth control while masturbating. Public Service Announcement. Next time you masturbate, Pull Out. It's my preferred way of masturbating.

My Wonderful Weekend

Bradford Beach Jam/Trinity

Friday July 22^nd, 2011

-A fellow co worker of mine brought over a bedazzled bottle of vodka. It had had a ruby or some kind of emerald on it. He also brought an 8 pack of red bull and a bottle of patron. We were in for a treat.

-Went to a free concert at the beach, but got there so late that we arrived for the last song.

-Went to Karma to visit some friends. I ended up throwing ice at them from a bucket of chilled Miller Lites. My buddy was filling there beers with tequila from a flask.

-Arrived at Trinity in where both of my buddies got kicked out. One snuck back in through the other door. Apparently, one of them got kicked out for kicking over a bike. I'm not sure if it was a bicycle or motorcycle. He told the bouncers, it wasn't him, but that it was me. I have no recollection of who did it. I didn't know a bicycle was even involved in are night.

-Finished the night at Qdoba, and just devoured a burrito. Then of course went around the tables and looked for uneaten nachos. We ran to a friend of mine, Chris, who firmly stated, your not getting in my car unless you wash your hands. I was that gross from eating the burrito.

Bradford Beach Jam/RC's/Harp

Saturday July 23, 2011

-Still recovering from the night before, I decided to take it easy. We actually arrived early enough to Bradford Beach to enjoy some reggae tunes. My catch phrase of the night was, “ba rum papa pum!!”

I enjoyed 2 Miller Lites via my backpack

-Then it was off to RC's, a chill bar, with $1.75 PBR's. Hmmm, maybe I'll have a couple. So, I hollered at 3 PBR's during a wonderful stay at RC's. One guy I was with tried smoking a joint on the patio.

-Then we concluded the night at Harp, which is right off the river. I consumed 3 beers and had 2 shots. One of the shots came from a guy I met in the bathroom. He was hammered and I said, “I wasn't” as we were peeing. He said, “I'll buy you 3 shots, follow me”. Then when we got to the bar he said, “actually I'll buy 2”. So, he ordered 3 shots and we took one each. Then he took the other shot he promised me and poured into his mixed drink and stumbled away. Hey, I can't complain for a free shot. Choose your battles, right? Then I told this random my buddy had “the hots for her”.

Conclusion

I had 8 beers and 2 shots in what was supposed to be a chill night. However, I guess that is a standard chill night for me, since I did get drunk. For most people this amount of alcohol would get someone hammered but to me, I just got a slight buzz. What the heck? Apparently, I can tolerate a lot of alcohol.

Deuce like Biggalow European Gigglo

Bloggy Smloggy 28

Intro

A lot of talk has been circulating about my me being a butterface, again. Actually, just my buddy Steve has been calling me a butterface. He thinks its the funniest thing. Oh well, I told him I will revisit the Butter Face Saga that was first introduced to us in Bloggy Smloggy 22.

Butter Face Revisted

Here is an email from my buddy and faithful reader about.... well just read the god@mn thing.

This email is in reference to my ButterFace Survey that we did at Summerfest in Bloggy Smloggy 26.

“I want to talk about your "uncertifying" yourself as a butterface. I was with you at Summerfest when we did the poll and you forgot to mention some of the facts. The first girl we asked said that you were indeed a butterface. The next two did not answer (they many not have spoke English). The group of girls at the bachelorette party who said you were not a butterface were a bunch of butterfaces themselves, and of course they are going to say that you are not one...that's the butterface code. So the jury is still out on your "butterfaceness".”

I'm closing down the butterface account for good. I'm not reopening this for discussion. I may be a butterface, I may not. Whatever it is, case closed.

Club Promoters

These guys might be the biggest douche bags in the world. These self entitled club promoters think they are the Gods of the Club World. It always starts with tag line “Come to to the hottest club in the city. You'll drink $5 cosmos and $4 bombs all night long. All the while listening to some repetitive DJ spin top 40 mashups that were pre mixed by some other DJ”. Skip that noise. Why don't you just call yourself the douche bag promoter? Basically, your getting all the douche bags in the city and holding a douche bag convention at a club. The people that go to these clubs have no insight on life. They talk about what retro beer is the newest trend (see pbr or schlitz) or what's the new hottest thing to mix with redbull. But when they do talk it usually about themselves, what they've done, or where there moving (see the westcoast), or about how wasted they got on Tuesday night. Wow, way to set some goals for yourself you self righteous piece of sh*t. I'm done with the club scene. That's why I'm going to be a Dive Bar Promoter. I'm going to promote the hottest lame bars in Milwaukee. “Come to the nastiest bar this City has ever seen. We have well drinks and top of the line swill. $1 beers $1 shots! We have a crusty old dart board, one pool table, and an ugly bartender with no teeth. All the hits from the 70s and 80s will be played on are outdated juke box. Don't miss out! Its the event of the year!!!! Now, this is what I'm talking about. Dive bars are where the real pathetic low life drunks go, the scum of the Earth. But these are the realest drunks out there. They know there not happy and don't try to mask it with electronic music, fruity cocktails, and vip rooms.

Hipsters Who Workout

America has been infiltrated by hipsters. I'm not sure what a hipster is but to me it's someone who wears slim jeans and plaid shirts. I'm sure it's deeper than that but we all have an idea of what a hipster is. But now there is a new hybrid of hipsters out there that work out. These hipsters are ripped, strong, and nutritious. These hipsters who are ripped are called ripsters. I've only seen a few of these ripsters out there, but this trend is exploding as we speak. You heard it hear first. Watch out for those ripped dudes. They've turned in the collard shirts and loose fitting jeans for plaids, fedoras, and chucks.

My Wonderful Weekend

Geeky Friday Not Freaky Friday

Friday July 15, 2011

I got super geeked out of an apple “pipe”. We did not have a smoking apparatus, so we used a granny smith. By the way granny smith apples make great smoking devices. I was so geeked that I told my buddy, “man I'm so stoned and high”. After collecting myself, me and my buddy decided to make chicken wings. These chicken wings included (Frank's Buffalo Sauce, Sweet Baby Ray's Buffalo Sauce, Valentina Mexican Hot Sauce, Sweet Baby Ray BBQ Sauce, and a couple shakes of Haberno Hot Sauce). I had diarrhea for the rest of the night. Rightfully so.

Later that night (aka 1 hour after the wings and granny smith)

Went to Bastille Days (largest North American French Festival). We watched the Love Monkeys which is a pretty good cover band. There I enjoyed a Miller Light (which I snuck in). I was so paranoid I was going to get caught but realized no one cared. Then I enjoyed a MGD 64 Lite Lemonade. It's tasted like watered down Lemonade. It's fricking 64 calories! Most people who consume large amounts of booze are usually not worried about their calorie intake (or at least shouldn't be). They should probably be worried about there liver and mental health. Then after Bastille Days we went to Flannery's. At Flannery's we met this odd 41 year old chick who was by herself at this table. We sat down by her because it was so packed. She told me how she was “sexting” this guy but doesn't do any pictures anymore. Because 2 years ago, she sent pictures to her now ex boyfriend of her naked with dildos. She also thought me and my buddy were gay. I told her, “yes it's true, we are lovers”. At one point she told my buddy, “I've sucked some cock in my life, but not as much as you”. I lost it and giggled like a school girl.

Good Ol Jefferson County

Saturday July 16, 2011

Took a quick 45 minute road trip to good ol Jefferson, Wisconsin. Think small town charm without the small town charm. Ya dig? We went to see our buddy sky dive. Sky diving looks easy, I mean after seeing all these people do it, it looked simple as pie. After watching the sky dive, I needed to eat.

I hadn't eaten the whole day, so we went to a Chinese Restaurant in a strip mall of Jefferson which basically can't get any whiter. This was a very awkward transaction. I believe the Chinese man who took are order was very surprised that anyone was eating there. I ordered my chicken lo mien, egg roll, and spring roll. I was hungry. We waited for our food to be done in the dining room because we got it to go. Not once did I hear the sizzling of a grill or a wok. All I heard were microwave beeps. Great, this restaurant was microwaving La Choy in there kitchen. Who goes to a small town for authentic Chinese Food that is located in desolate strip mall? In retrospect that was the best d@mn microwaved Chinese Food I ever had.

Bradford Beach

Sunday July 17, 2011

Rode my bicycle to the beach to meet up with 2 of my friends. They were catching some rays, so before I lied down, I strategically waved my New Kids on the Block towel in the air so everyone could see. I probably “shook out” my towel for a good 30 seconds which eventually caught the eye of 3 beach goers who said “hey I like your towel”. In minutes we were playing volleyball with these gals. I never thought a New Kids on the Block beach towel would help me in talking to girls.  

Twos

Bloggy Smloggy 27

Intro

I guess a hot chick reads this blog, that's really cool. This is for you hot chick. I kind of got a boner when I found that out. But then I realized it's not like I can use it on her. What hot chick is going to read this and be like, “I wanna f*ck this guy!”. There is nothing that is romantic or that would turn a girl on about this blog ( being cheap, dingle berries, and pre mature ejaculation).   This blog is dedicated to all the hotties and all the notties.

Do you know where the wieghtroom is?

If sex was weightlifting, I would get like 6-8 reps in before I'm done. I wouldn't even do a full set of reps, they would be half-repping (just like someone I know). I would do one set of 6-8 abdominal thrusts and be depleted. There would be no warm up because of the fear of exhaustion (aka climax). My cool down would be me being the little spoon sucking my thumb.

Random Fact of Blog

I recently cashed my tax return check. It was a whopping $590.00. I literally cashed it in before work. So, the whole day I had $590.00 in my back shorts pocket.

The Pointer and the Finger in the Middle

Did you know the middle finger is half of the peace sign? The middle finger is one finger less than the symbol that represents harmony, happiness, and the ideal world. One middle finger means “i hate you” and then by simply adding the pointer finger, your saying “hey man lets get along”. What a finger can symbolize? I mean the peace sign is also the universal sign for fingering.  Did you know that?  Look at your fingers and do the peace sign then put them together and slightly bend them.  Yep, now your peace sign is a "fingering sign".  If you give that sign it means your going to finger a chick or your saying peace. Hmm.. I wonder has anyone hate fingered a girl, and just fingered her with the middle finger?  That's my random finger talk.

I have funny looking nipples

I was staring at my body in the bathroom mirror. Not like staring staring, but kind of just looking at myself before you take a shower, ya know. I noticed my nipples looked stranged. They looked extra red and dark brown. They haven't received sun lately, so I don't think I had second degree burnt nipples. Maybe my nipples are transforming into my American Indian nipples, since I'm native american. It took me 29 years to grown into these “Chief Blackhawk looking nipples”. I'm proud of these pepperoni nipples. They are almost rectangular looking. These ain't nips, these are nubs.

Man + Hug = Mug

I love a good mug. I man hug all my man friends. I'm going to start hugging guys like how I hug girls. At first, its awkward but hey they get used to it. That's what mugs should be all about. Lets not pussyfoot around and put one arm between are bodies. Let's go in for the real hug. I'm sick of these homophobic hugs males give to each other. “Hey, if your a dude and I haven't seen you in awhile, I'm hugging you like my auntie that I haven't seen in years”. Beware, because your getting a full on hug!! Your getting mugged!!!!

Summerfest Day 7 Highlights

Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros/G. Love & Special Sauce

Thursday July 7, 11

-Pre game, yep you guessed it with my good ol fashioned rum and cokes

-Had to fix my car's headlight so we (me & my bro) could drive to summerfest and park. I didn't want to drive with one headlight because I knew we would get pulled over. So, I popped in a new headlight and was ok to drink and drive.

-Snuck in yet another batch of “crum”.

-Edward Sharpe was so drunk and off key we left. We went to Yonder Mountain String Band. Kids kept asking me if I had a piece (a smoking utensil). There were too many hippies so we left.

-Went to G. Love & Special Sauce and ended up 5^th row!!

-Saw my skeezy cousin skeezing on some hoe with fake boobs. That was cool.

-Slapped by multiple chicks by “booping” them. It's where you touch their nose and go “boop”. I think it's cute but for some reason a lot of people don't.

-Bought my first 2 beers at summerfest and paid $5.50 for them each. I felt like I needed to support them.

-Went to a bikini contest at Buckheads but was so drunk I didn't care to look at the chicks.

-Ended the night at Jimmy Johns, the door was locked but they ended up letting us in and making our subs anyways. I ended up stealing a bag of chips.

-My friend drove us to our car after Jimmy Johns, so I could drive my brother safely home sober at 3am in the morning after a night of binge drinking rum and cokes.

Wonderful Weekend

The Birth of Throwdown

Friday July 8, 2011

Who is the throwdown? Who is this character you speak of? Throwdown is alter ego of mine, just as naked guy or nude dude is alter ego of mine. Throwdown is a clubber who is very much like “the situation” from Jersey Shore. No one f*cks with throwdown, yet throwdown never backs it up. He is an illusion of a pillpopping meathead who slams drinks, shots, and women. Yet, Throwdown gets no chicks, does no drugs, and does not fight. Throwdown is only “throwdown” when he is wearing his “throwdown” t shirt that is bedazzled with the word “throwdown”. This shirt is tight fit and best of all has two skulls on his chest and other ye olde lettering. Remember, nobody f*cks with throwdown or you best get beat. Throwdown is now taking public appearances. So if you wanna see throwdown throwdown, get at me. Like Throwdown says, “slow down before you get thrown down”.

Let the Throwdown Saga Begin......

Cookout/Power Hour

Saturday July 8, 2011

-After doing Summerfest and developing my new alter ego, rest was in store.

-We had a cookout and watched the brewer game outside on our TV.

-Later that evening we did a power hour to 80s cartoons and tv shows that's on youtube. It's the greatest power hour invented. I admit I had a weak performance and only had like 3 beers. We made things interesting by saying if you guess 3 shows in a row you can tell someone to drink half there beer and if you got 5 correct that person had to do a shot. We never made it that far. Goodnight, it was curtains for me.

Bloggy Smloggy 26 “Summerfest Edition”

Summerfest Intro

Dear Summerfest,

I've been going to you since I was a child.  It all started with the arcade and just hanging out.  But now it's grown to listening to music and getting hammered.  This is the happiest time for me in Milwaukee.  This is when the city has the most energy. I've seen musical acts such as War, Pharrell, Offspring, Matisyahu, Earth, Wind, & Fire, and Morris Day & the Time. Each year is as fun as the next. I have seen a lot of changes, a lot of fights, and a lot of drunks. You are the biggest party to man, where all ages come together and just get hammered the Milwaukee Way. I've done a lot of stupid stuff to you and have even snuck in. Here's a recap of the days I have went. Hopefully, some of you will come down and party with me.  But I'm sure after reading this you will not want or be like "wow this guy is so cool!"

Sincerely,

Your #1 Fan

Summerfest Day 1

Hall & Oates Concert

Wednesday June 29,2011

      Pre gamed at my house from 8-9ish and made Ziploc baggies of rum for me and my buddy. I've done this plenty of times and have failed miserably but I've learned from my mistakes. If your going to make “crotch rum”, double bag it you don't want a leaker. Also, wear boxer briefs or tight fighting underwear you don't want it to fall out. Placement is crucial, you need to tuck it in the “gooch”, the place where duck butter is made. Sure, you'll have a little “smegma” on it but that's why you double bag it. Also, another great plus is, no one wants to drink crotch rum, so you have a whole drink to yourself. I snuck in a Ziploc bag of Rum (2-3 shots worth) in my underwear and then bought a Pepsi. Security will check you pretty good so I've developed many ways to sneak in booze.

     The Hall and Oates concert was jam packed but we managed (4 of us) to get 3^rd row, thanks to my buddy Aaron who squirmed his way through. I definitely had to pee the whole time because of all the crotch rum I was drinking but didn't want to leave, so my friend blocked me and I peed in 12oz plastic cup in between the bleacher rows. It was a success! At one point I took my buddy's shirt off and threw his under shirt on stage. I hope it reached one of the band members. I'm still not sure which one is Hall and which one is Oates. I also got one of their guitar picks but lost that quickly. During the whole show, security guards were watching us probably because we were bouncing around like idiots, straddling each other, among other things like (falling off bleachers, jumping up and down, and pissing in cups).

        After the fest was over, we went to Suite and partied it up. We didn't have a ride home so we started walking towards Wisconsin Ave. we couldn't hail a taxi, so we ended up asking this random to give a ride home. She said yes, so we all got in her SUV but we had to wait for her cousin who works at Dominoes to get off work. Her cousin was drunk because it was his birthday. He stumbled out of work, drunk, and with pizzas in his hand. I gave her $4 for the pizza and ride. What a great deal! Her drunk cousin who she had to drop off was mumbling about how he could “put it down” and give to girls real good. I believed I just sat back there, in amazement, wishing I had pipe game like this guy.

Overall, a great night. A summerfest classic!

Summerfest Day 3

Girl Talk

Friday July 1, 2011

       Started this night off like any other night by drinking rum and cokes. Pre gaming started early at 6pm at a co workers apartment on the Eastside. We grilled out and tossed the ole pigskin in the back alley.

       After a couple hours of drinking we had to catch the shuttle, so I decided to make a roadie so we could have something on the bus. I decided to mix the last of my rum in a 2 liter Coke bottle. I snuck this 2 liter bottle in the back of my pants onto the shuttle bus. The bus driver didn't seem to care. You actually had to have a ticket from the bar, since it was a bar shuttle. The way you obtain a ticket is by purchasing a drink at the bar. I told the bus driver, “hey i'll give you a dollar if you let us in”. He said go ahead. I felt like a high roller and dropped $3, a dollar each for my buddy. The shuttle was fun, we drank my very large mixed drink and talked to some people on the way there. The shuttle drops us off right in front of the fest, bingo.

       So, the ticket lines are long, me and my buddy have no tickets, and don't want to pay $15 to get in. I tell him were sneaking in and he obliges. We walk through some parking lots to gauge are perimeters, I see a short manageable fence that we can hop. I tell him, lets hit it up, we jump the fence, no one see us. I'm slapping his hand saying “we made it we made it”. Actually, we didn't, we hopped the fence to another parking lot. Which I find out is the valet lot. WTF! Dang it! Oh well, we go to the other fence and hop that one which leads us into the motherland. Were in, kinda... were somehow behind backstage at this one concert. So, we walk around behind this backstage and find our way in. “I feel young again.” I'm belated, I've snuck into summerfest again.

       Within 15 minutes I lose everyone we come with. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you I snuck in some “crotch rum” again. I make that drink and then head to Girl Talk. At this point I'm by myself. I follow these 2 random girls to the 5^th row. This was the most humid and moist crowd I've ever had to walk through. We literally pushed our way through. I felt like I was at a high school homecoming rally, there were so many teeny boppers there. I saw some kids behind do cocaine off there IPhone. IPhone can really do almost anything.

After the show, I decided to look for treasures (things people leave after the show on the ground).

Here is what I found

a 1996 Bulls Championship Hat, a skirt, an American Flag, a beach ball, a roll of tp, a tank top (which I'm keeping and wearing), one Adidas shoe, a girl's tank top, 7 pairs of broken glasses, blistex, a flannel, 4 different sandals, and a plaid shirt. Oh yeah, I found a wal mart shopping bag which I was able to put everything in.

After compiling all of the clothes, I've come to the conclusion that there had to be a girl who left summfest naked.

I ended up selling the plaid shirt, a green packers towel, and a flannel to some friends. I made $1.92

This was a great night. I ended up making a little cash. I snuck in to summerfest ($15 value), stole a beer off a beer tent $5.50 value, and sold $1.92 off clothes I've found. What a successful night! I went to the bars later and I tipped a $1 for water. Naked Guy does tip!!!!

Summerfest Day 4

Maroon 5/Stephen Marley

Saturday July 2^nd, 2011

Pre gamed this time with Miller Light and shots of Rum in the 3^rd ward through a friend of friend's friend.

-Snuck in another bag of crotch rum. Might've been my biggest batch I've made thus far. So far I've had no leakers.

-Did a butterface survey with my buddy and we dispelled the theory that I was butterface by a bachelorette party. It was unanimous vote that they said I wasn't a butterface. Finally, I'm no longer a butterface. It feels good to finally feel liberated! I ended up taking a penis straw from them, which is still in my room.

-I found a unused condom on the ground, which I hopefully plan to use, then tell the girl I had sex with, “hey I found this condom on the ground at summerfest, and then used it on you”.

-Went to Stephen Marley concert and bought college kids beer in exchange for a beer for me. They ended up smoking me up. I felt like a cocktail waitress because I ended up by buying all these beers for all these underagers. Hey, you have to help out the youth, might as well be from a guy like me. I mean it's not like these kids were asking me. I was asking them if I could get booze for them. What's wrong with this picture? I was putting myself out there to buy beer underagers, it's like I wanted to, it gave me a thrill of a lifetime.

-I ended up taking this random shutte bus downtown. This bus was made up of all these lost people, who lost there phones or there friends, and just weird people in general. I ended up at the Hyiatt hotel loung scoring some pizza off some kid, then finally took a taxi home after I realized this hotel is getting me nowhere.

Summerfest Day 6

Wiz Kahlifia/The Wailers

Tuesday July 7, 2011

-Pre gamed in my mom's living room with my brother with (Rum/Cokes) which I now call “Jokes”. Rum and Coke straight up is a “joke” but when you put in a zip lock baggie, it becomes crum (crotch rum).

-While we walked into the fest we took “slam breaks” in where we stop walking and slam are drinks.

-Me & My Brother take our shirts off at The Wailers Show and try to find “weed” for some random girl. I'm not sure why we were helping her find ganja.

-Wiz Kahlifia was the most packed show I've ever seen. We shortly left because we were watching it on the screen like a mile away.

-4^th time in a row I snuck in some “crum” which I used to call "crotch rum".

-Booty danced in front of the people who drum on buckets outside the fest while girls slapped my butt

-Drank a random Coors Light that I found on the side of the street. A kid didn't want to drink it anymore so I took and drank it.

-Photo bombed nerdy high school chicks.

-Went to after party at apartment downtown and did pulls of tequila. ewwww

-Me and my brother were referred to as Jersey Shore while leaving the fest.

-At 3am we relapsed and I went to the Casino and lost $100. I guess that's karma for not tipping and sneaking in “crum” into summerfest. It all balances itself out.

Here's my account of Summerfest, obviously I'm missing a lot of other stuff that went on. If you know of anything please don't be afraid to add a comment or give your account of what happened at nakednudedude@gmail.com. I would love to hear your side of the story.