The Groovy, Psychedelic Super Bowl Bus

[LL2]

I'm down with this ride! I'm having the bus renovated to include a stripper pole. A must have.

You got that right! Install a stripper ploe and a couch for lap dances. Also, make sure there are plenty of flat screen tv's for sports and football.

[BallHawk]

I'm down with this ride! I'm having the bus renovated to include a stripper pole. A must have.

You got that right! Install a stripper ploe and a couch for lap dances. Also, make sure there are plenty of flat screen tv's for sports and football.

We can get somebody to bring a Wii and somebody to bring Rock Band.

[GrnBay007]

I'm down with this ride! I'm having the bus renovated to include a stripper pole. A must have.

You got that right! Install a stripper ploe and a couch for lap dances. Also, make sure there are plenty of flat screen tv's for sports and football.

We can get somebody to bring a Wii and somebody to bring Rock Band.

stripper poles and lap dances? I'm not sharing my Wii. ick!

:P

[Bretsky]

I'm down with this ride! I'm having the bus renovated to include a stripper pole. A must have.

You got that right! Install a stripper ploe and a couch for lap dances. Also, make sure there are plenty of flat screen tv's for sports and football.

We can get somebody to bring a Wii and somebody to bring Rock Band.

stripper poles and lap dances? I'm not sharing my Wii. ick!

:P

You'll be too busy; I'm buying you the first Lapper

[GrnBay007]

You'll be too busy; I'm buying you the first Lapper

B---> <---me

[GBRulz]

I am willing to be a rider on the PR Super Bowl bus. I am not sure if I want Tarlam driving while swigging whiskey! Bring back Tarlam with the rest of us passengers and have someone more organized and direction-oriented like MJZiggy, GBrulz, or Madtown driving the bus.

LOL !!! Now that's funny.....putting Mad and Zig in the same sentence as being direction-orientated!!!

[MJZiggy]

This is what I get for listening...

Hey--sudden thought!! It doesn't matter who drives cause Tarlam will be sitting in the passenger seat with his good buddy Johnny telling the driver which way to turn and he'll be right every time! He's very talented that way.

[MadtownPacker]

..have someone more organized and direction-oriented like MJZiggy, GBrulz, or Madtown driving the bus.

LOL !!! Now that's funny.....putting Mad and Zig in the same sentence as being direction-orientated!!!

Screw OPF for putting me in the same sentence as two FEMALE drivers!

Now that I have been to GB I will know my way around better. It wasn't as small as I expected at all. Of course everyone being white was making me feel unbalanced and sorta lost anyways.

[RashanGary]

The last time I got really drunk was a couple years ago in Chicago. We were at the hard rock cafe. We walked from our downtown hotel (which was about a mile away). I drank a bottle of kick ass $12 merlot in our hotel room before we left. For some reason, I just couldn't stop, it was a good bottle, it only costed $12 and the more I drank the more I became outwardly enamoured with the cost vs quality ratio of that wonderfull bottle of Jacobs Creek Merlot. Anyway, we got to the hard rock cafe. I think the Merlot I drank was doing teh ordering because I started ordering long island ice teas. By the time we left, I was thoroughly and regrettably drunk. My wife isn't great with direction so she was counting on a drunk moron to get her back to the hotel. She said I'd look at my map, kind of stumble and fall as I glanced at the street signs and then not say a word and just stumble in what appeared to be a random direction. She was scared shitless because we're not city folk and we were in downtown Chicago at 1:00AM. Every wrong turn is a couple minutes out of your way and a tenth of a mile. 5 mistakes (with decision time) and you're walking for an extra half hour. She said the next day that it was amazing. She said she'd never seen me so drunk and that maybe she'd never seen anyone so drunk, but I took us turn after turn straight back to the hotel when it looked like I couldn't even see the map, let alone the street signs. I guess when I got back to the hotel I took of all of my cloths and ate triple decker chocholate cake in the nude with my fingers, sometimes changing style to eating it out of a dish like a dog. Story goes, I didn't get any love from the wifey that night.

Tarlams direction thing reminded me of the sense of direction story if you guys are wondering where the hell that came from.

[Freak Out]

The last time I got really drunk was a couple years ago in Chicago. We were at the hard rock cafe. We walked from our downtown hotel (which was about a mile away). I drank a bottle of kick ass $12 merlot in our hotel room before we left. For some reason, I just couldn't stop, it was a good bottle, it only costed $12 and the more I drank the more I became outwardly enamoured with the cost vs quality ratio of that wonderfull bottle of Jacobs Creek Merlot. Anyway, we got to the hard rock cafe. I think the Merlot I drank was doing teh ordering because I started ordering long island ice teas. By the time we left, I was thoroughly and regrettably drunk. My wife isn't great with direction so she was counting on a drunk moron to get her back to the hotel. She said I'd look at my map, kind of stumble and fall as I glanced at the street signs and then not say a word and just stumble in what appeared to be a random direction. She was scared shitless because we're not city folk and we were in downtown Chicago at 1:00AM. Every wrong turn is a couple minutes out of your way and a tenth of a mile. 5 mistakes (with decision time) and you're walking for an extra half hour. She said the next day that it was amazing. She said she'd never seen me so drunk and that maybe she'd never seen anyone so drunk, but I took us turn after turn straight back to the hotel when it looked like I couldn't even see the map, let alone the street signs. I guess when I got back to the hotel I took of all of my cloths and ate triple decker chocholate cake in the nude with my fingers, sometimes changing style to eating it out of a dish like a dog. Story goes, I didn't get any love from the wifey that night.

Tarlams direction thing reminded me of the sense of direction story if you guys are wondering where the hell that came from.

Funny story man.....but $12 for a bottle of Jacobs Creek? You got robbed.

[Bretsky]

The last time I got really drunk was a couple years ago in Chicago. We were at the hard rock cafe. We walked from our downtown hotel (which was about a mile away). I drank a bottle of kick ass $12 merlot in our hotel room before we left. For some reason, I just couldn't stop, it was a good bottle, it only costed $12 and the more I drank the more I became outwardly enamoured with the cost vs quality ratio of that wonderfull bottle of Jacobs Creek Merlot. Anyway, we got to the hard rock cafe. I think the Merlot I drank was doing teh ordering because I started ordering long island ice teas. By the time we left, I was thoroughly and regrettably drunk. My wife isn't great with direction so she was counting on a drunk moron to get her back to the hotel. She said I'd look at my map, kind of stumble and fall as I glanced at the street signs and then not say a word and just stumble in what appeared to be a random direction. She was scared shitless because we're not city folk and we were in downtown Chicago at 1:00AM. Every wrong turn is a couple minutes out of your way and a tenth of a mile. 5 mistakes (with decision time) and you're walking for an extra half hour. She said the next day that it was amazing. She said she'd never seen me so drunk and that maybe she'd never seen anyone so drunk, but I took us turn after turn straight back to the hotel when it looked like I couldn't even see the map, let alone the street signs. I guess when I got back to the hotel I took of all of my cloths and ate triple decker chocholate cake in the nude with my fingers, sometimes changing style to eating it out of a dish like a dog. Story goes, I didn't get any love from the wifey that night.

Tarlams direction thing reminded me of the sense of direction story if you guys are wondering where the hell that came from.

The last time I got really drunk I ended up at a backbar with Nutz watching some really hot gal to gal Asians dance grinding all over each other.

[GBRulz]

The last time I got really drunk was a couple years ago in Chicago. We were at the hard rock cafe. We walked from our downtown hotel (which was about a mile away). I drank a bottle of kick ass $12 merlot in our hotel room before we left. For some reason, I just couldn't stop, it was a good bottle, it only costed $12 and the more I drank the more I became outwardly enamoured with the cost vs quality ratio of that wonderfull bottle of Jacobs Creek Merlot. Anyway, we got to the hard rock cafe. I think the Merlot I drank was doing teh ordering because I started ordering long island ice teas. By the time we left, I was thoroughly and regrettably drunk. My wife isn't great with direction so she was counting on a drunk moron to get her back to the hotel. She said I'd look at my map, kind of stumble and fall as I glanced at the street signs and then not say a word and just stumble in what appeared to be a random direction. She was scared shitless because we're not city folk and we were in downtown Chicago at 1:00AM. Every wrong turn is a couple minutes out of your way and a tenth of a mile. 5 mistakes (with decision time) and you're walking for an extra half hour. She said the next day that it was amazing. She said she'd never seen me so drunk and that maybe she'd never seen anyone so drunk, but I took us turn after turn straight back to the hotel when it looked like I couldn't even see the map, let alone the street signs. I guess when I got back to the hotel I took of all of my cloths and ate triple decker chocholate cake in the nude with my fingers, sometimes changing style to eating it out of a dish like a dog. Story goes, I didn't get any love from the wifey that night.

Tarlams direction thing reminded me of the sense of direction story if you guys are wondering where the hell that came from.

What kind of a dump did you stay at in Chicago where they sold a bottle of wine for $12?

Just kidding with ya...kinda. I say this because I was in Chicago a couple of months ago and we stayed at the Drake...where bottled water was $10. It was Evian, not even close to being "fancy" by bottled water standards!

[GBRulz]

Of course I had to take a picture of it!

[packinpatland]

Of course I had to take a picture of it!

When it says their staff will 'refresh it daily'.................wonder if that means they will 'tap it off'???

[Deputy Nutz]

The last time I got really drunk was a couple years ago in Chicago. We were at the hard rock cafe. We walked from our downtown hotel (which was about a mile away). I drank a bottle of kick ass $12 merlot in our hotel room before we left. For some reason, I just couldn't stop, it was a good bottle, it only costed $12 and the more I drank the more I became outwardly enamoured with the cost vs quality ratio of that wonderfull bottle of Jacobs Creek Merlot. Anyway, we got to the hard rock cafe. I think the Merlot I drank was doing teh ordering because I started ordering long island ice teas. By the time we left, I was thoroughly and regrettably drunk. My wife isn't great with direction so she was counting on a drunk moron to get her back to the hotel. She said I'd look at my map, kind of stumble and fall as I glanced at the street signs and then not say a word and just stumble in what appeared to be a random direction. She was scared shitless because we're not city folk and we were in downtown Chicago at 1:00AM. Every wrong turn is a couple minutes out of your way and a tenth of a mile. 5 mistakes (with decision time) and you're walking for an extra half hour. She said the next day that it was amazing. She said she'd never seen me so drunk and that maybe she'd never seen anyone so drunk, but I took us turn after turn straight back to the hotel when it looked like I couldn't even see the map, let alone the street signs. I guess when I got back to the hotel I took of all of my cloths and ate triple decker chocholate cake in the nude with my fingers, sometimes changing style to eating it out of a dish like a dog. Story goes, I didn't get any love from the wifey that night.

Tarlams direction thing reminded me of the sense of direction story if you guys are wondering where the hell that came from.

The last time I got really drunk I ended up at a backbar with Nutz watching some really hot gal to gal Asians dance grinding all over each other.

That will happen when you get drunk with me, shit just happens.

My dad will actually be in Phoenix during the Super Bowl, lucky bastard if things turn out right.

Fuck I will beat up some college kid and take a bag of mushrooms, then it really will be a cool bus ride, Skin will bring the Ether [/code]