Never Sausage A Weekend!

Fellas,

Even though Slippy had to leave at 5:30am, it was a heroic effort that made the weekend. We really pulled up our boot straps and got right fucked up as soon as possible after meeting, buying toilet paper, grabbing a 12 and hitting the saudage store! This will forever go down as the "Jack Johnsonville Brat Weekend". There was fucking sausage everywhere. Sausage hanging from my fly, sausage on the BBQ and there was a bunch of other places but I can't remember. And speaking of remembering...Colin gets the damaged brain cell award for not being to remember the name of the band he was watching at the moment when asked by a total stranger!