White-and-Black Failure

Medieval Times, we must go as a team. 1st Force Recall attacked the Anaheim location with the fury of a thousand drunken demons. We were 10 strong, but alas Kaiser was not drinking, for I had brought my own wench to the battle. the others however, went as big as possible.

Two 44oz glasses of beer apiece before the show, and many many more between them during the so called tournament, as the White-and-Black Knight's section rocked far louder than any other. It was midway through the show, when Medieval Times brought forth a travesty in eliminating the Knight with the loudest fanbase in the arena, White-and-Black. The very first one to go.

I dare you to let that happen with the Nightowls, MT.

A Sound of Thunder

Rorshach's journal: September 25th

530 am, I wake up on an air mattress, no idea how i got there. I remember i'm in yucca valley with Vin, and Fez. New Nightowl Panda showed up with scip scap Hosier. gallons of beer gone in minutes, a 5th of seagram destroyed. along with whatever this broken glass under my feet used to be.

upon further inspection the entire shelf of what used to be pictures, a vase, and a statue of betty boop lies in ruin next to the mattress. The last memories i have from the night before are being carried somewhere, dropped, and Vin shoving a handful of cotton candy in my mouth. Fez is awake now. I get up and show him the destruction on the floor, which ive half cleaned up by now. he slaps his belly and steals the bed.

615 am. I wake up again to some god awful phone alarm. cant figure out which one its coming from, they all look the same and are right next to each other on the table. Panda wakes up and punches Hosier in the stomach. they both leave and i take their bed. more memories return of flaming homo black guys on TV and the 3rd Nightowl slideshow.

Kim is commissioned Nightowl Panda, and a small corner of the town called yucca valley is proper fucked once again.

Fish hooks in the balls dont make me smile

Imagine if you can, a man working at mcdonalds. the man decides one day he should probably not spend his life working there and decides to quit. a year later, some random mcdonalds manager hes never seen before comes up behind him with a fishing pole, casts the line over the mans shoulder and hooks him right in the balls. the manager then reels him back to some McD's store to work another year against his will, frying burgers on the grill with a fake minnow stuck to his nutsack and bleeding.
Survey says that guy would be a little bit pissed about the whole scene.

So since RIPTOA is tommorow, CLB-7 decided to start giving out the awards. Rumor had it i'd been put in for a NAM. fine with me, cool if i get one of those, if not, oh well. As i stood there watching everyone get their NAMs and Circoms, i figured i wouldnt be getting anything, which would also have been fine with me. then they called my name, but before they read the citation, the SSgt holding the award apologized. wtf.

A meritorious mast, as i was later informed, is one step below a circom. Apparently the CO thought it would be best to have them give me something lower than every single person who recieved a medal, circom or w/e the fuck. and his reason? Well it wasnt that i wasnt working enough. 12 on 12 off, for 7 months with no break. doing two jobs at once, when the other person in the room needed to go get her nails done or cry to the docs about the sand in her vag. nope, the CO decided that because i didnt smile enough when his bitch ass came into the COC, over rides everything else that happened during this fucking stupid deployment.

Nothing would have been better than that piece of shit he approved for me, it at least would have been less embarassing, not to mention the SNCOs wasting all the time they put in trying to convince that faggot of whatever it was they thought i should get.
Anyway, from myself and the mcdonalds worker, sitting here with jagged metal in our balls from being yanked back into the boat, would like to give a loud "Fuck You" to LtCol Karega, USMC Commanding.

Youre god damn right we arent going to smile for working here again.

Go Big Roadshow

The passage below was sent in response to a picture Fez sent over email, by my dad.


I was just in North Dakota visiting Kaiser's sister Jamie and on behalf of your Gunnamatna I would have done you all proud. I drunkinated 5 chicks and 2 dudes that were staying at the Motel/RV Park CASA....Minot, ND USA. Worthy of Gunnamatna......I shall never know but one thing I do know......the bitches crawl the same no matter how fitshashed they get ! 2 into my room (fun had by all) the other 3 were found in the morning in the motel shower stall for truckers and the dudes.......in their RV's, damn pussies !

PS. Chicks dig electric iced tea and will drink it until their tits fall out !

Vegas 09

Enjoy......and no thats not Vin or I sharing a beer with Jolly

Jack

I have commisioned Nightowl "JACK" about a week ago. internet was too screwed up to post it. he has gone through the FULL prospect checklist with very limited resources, something not many of them have been able to do with entire liquor stores close at hand. Jack is the callsign granted, because nobody i have ever seen can drink that shit like this guy. He will be attending Nightowl functions when we get back, seeing as how we'll be stuck at Pendleton for like a month before we get out.

The players can now go fuck themselves

Jay Cutler demanded to be traded from the broncos because he got butthurt about trade "rumors", fucking up the last 3 years of building around him. Chad Johnson is officially and legally named Chad Ochocinco. Michael Vick, Brett Favre, and Terrell Owens have their usual dumbfuck things going on. Plaxico Burress somehow shot himself in the leg. Tony Romo's biggest career highlight is putting the sausage to jessica simpson. These alone are enough to make you want to beat pro atheletes into a coma with various blunt objects.

But if you follow college football or the draft, youve heard the name michael crabtree, who just spilled a full orange jubilee on the 49ers locker room carpet. This greedy little fuck is threatening to sit out his rookie year because some other receiver who was drafted higher is going to get paid more. This means Crabtree would be re-drafted next year and if he were picked high enough, would make a couple more million bucks. are you fucking serious.

He thinks because he was projected to be taken earlier in the draft than the guy the raiders took, darius heyward-bey, that anything lower than darius' 23.5 million a year is unacceptable. Its bad enough that rookies are being paid 23.5 million at all before doing anything but holding up a jersey with a zero on it, now the pricks are getting their panties in a wad because someone ELSE is making 23.5 million and they arent.

before either one of them has done jack shit.
I'll follow the Seahawks and watch all the games with other teams that i can, and continue to be interested in who wins, but players do not exist anymore. I no longer give a rats fuck about any of these scumbags. player merchandise is nothing but shit to be left in the store. if i want a shirt or a jersey, there will be no number or name on that bitch until these cocksuckers realize they have it made from playing a god damn game.

the end.

Nice

Hey oh

So yeah, I have been stuck in Oregon for another month for god knows what reason. Mongo found his way through here on his way home and we had some serious nights. One of which with a Mr.Ryan Meyer.

About not posting.

Well folks, Indeed, I have let down the spirit of the nightowls. I have been staying sober. But this friday, Kronik shall be in town and we will be hammered off our asses.

But I want to know about the rest of you. Cuban? where are the drunk stories? Jolly? Mongo? Hell they don't even have to be drunk stories. Just posts of ridiculous. Vin, I know you have some. It is getting pretty bad, that it is just Kaiser and myself doing the posting.