A hour or so after that last post this is where things ended up. That’s right, a good ol’ fashioned chest shavin’. Cody had a reverse Eddie Munster thing going on with his hair which was looking like the precursor to a MacGuyver mullet which we decided to take care of. Drunk. After cleaning up the neckline, I suggested that Cody go ahead and take care of the chest hair, which for some reason occurred. Cory and I had to step in after a nipple wound showed up. Wow.

The bouncerblog.com crew has seven action packed minutes remaining of SundayFunday. I nearly spit Vinergey low-cal flavored wine out of my nose upon seeing this pic in the Janes’ boyz downstairs half bath. Word to your mother Cody and Cory. I don’t care what your level of diversity training is, the company policy requires you to file that under humerous… (Used courtesy of Lawrence the T-1 cable installer and theonion.com)

Good thing the A-squad was on the clock last night, huh Bozeman. Three fights that I know of were stamped out by Kyle, ShirtShop, Bouncer B.O.B., Sergeant Tim Lucas, and who the hell else knows. I am a little sore still, but probably not as sore as I imagine the dude who hit Grif and my new cracked out buddy to be today. We need some gotdamn cameras to document this stuff at the bar I swear. Especially when Grif “can’t move” at the end of the night and Waldo gets deputized for cooler stocking purposes. All is well that ends well, I suppose. The Bobcats managed to beat a Div I-A team today, which I am hoping will renew the bouncerblog.com crew’s interest in tailgating. Kiboko’s are still two bucks at the Hippo, and the internet is still awesome. Case in point: <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/v1wG9g1wjSA" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>I think the crew could use a chill night. Stay tuned.

I will be the first to admit that K-Fed’s performance at the Teen Choice Awards was awkward. Take a look at this gem and tell me that the Federmeister is not awesome. <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/atLJ2BxGIkE" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>

If I did believe in God, I believe God would be giving the owner of this SUV cancer or bad crops. I am sort of confused here…is this a penitent cowboy Calvin? Maybe if penitent cowboy Calvin was peeing on Satan or a Chevrolet bow tie I would be more impressed.

Remember that episode of Saved by the Bell when Zack Morris aka Preppy had the fast-talking teacher from the Micro Machines commercial who was apparently also a plumber? Well anyhow, Zack and Screech head to the bathroom and crank on the sinks, flush the toilets, and call the teacher to distract him…using a phone identical to this monster. Well their ruse fails and Jesse Spano ends up writing so fast that smoke erupts from her test. I do not believe Screech’s robot made an appearance.

Bring on the affidavits.

Hey…I know ladies…to hell with the guys…we are wearing our funny looking sweaters out on the town…sure, it may in fact be before noon on a Wednesday, but hey lets turn some heads. It is August ninth for Baby Jesus’ sake…lose the severely outdated fashion stats grlz

I’ll take your traffic, asswipes.