Meet the Pigeon

2007 LakeHouse Evaluation

Chambers: If it seems like forever ago that we saw Chambers, it is because it was. His early departure on Saturday morning left just a glimpse of memory from his stay. However, for his very first lakehouse appearance, Chambers definitely lived up to par. Even though he had to leave at 7 AM on Saturday morning, that did not stop him from beer bongs, shots, and staying up late partying on Friday night. Well done Matthew!


Best Moment: Chambers tubing. From biting, clawing, choking his opponent with his feet, and flying off like Superman... I am not sure if I've ever had a better time at pulling someone on the tube. Overall Grade: A


C-Brown: Clint did arrive a little later than expected on Friday afternoon, however, I have to excuse some of this time because he did have to stop at Home Depot to buy requested wood. Once Brown finally did make it, he had one goal in mind.... to not remember a damn thing. From his vodka tonics to reliving his days with M.J., Brown was all about a good time.


Best Moment: This could really be a best moment for McIntosh too,.. but it was pretty damn hilarious on the last night when the shaving cream prank actually worked. After Clint killed off the handle of Tito's Vodka, a short visit with Miss M.J., and some flip cup... it was lights out for Brown, who sitting upright in front of the TV in the living room. A little shaving cream and a tickle under the nose is all Brown needed before he was turning into Santa Claus. Classic. Overall Grade: A


McIntosh: Even though he is not a true part of the "IC", I felt like he deserves credit. Not only did he build a new ramp for the wave runner, but he also added another story to the house. Plus, he was there with me until 4 PM washing sheets and cleaning up, and I always give mad props for that.

Best Moment: McIntosh arm wrestling against Mazur. As Mazur is fighting with every bit of his strength, McIntosh looks back at everyone, smiles, and then slams Mazur's arm through the floor. Overall Grade: A



Mazur: Michael had a fantastic weekend as always,.. full of classic facial expressions, bird calls/yelps, sarcasm, and his one-eyed shut drunk face. He made fun of everyone in the group at least once, and even people outside the group (..Count Stackula). The only thing missing from Mazur over the weekend was his fake tattoo, which might hurt his grade slightly.
Best Moment: Flip cup,.. Mazur's celebration dance after each win made it worth losing for my team every time. Overall Grade: A


Faust: Going into his fourth consecutive lakehouse trip, Faust did not miss a beat. He came ready for everything, and when nothing was happening, Faust created something. He knows the lakehouse rules, especially the #1 - never stop drinking and have fun. I love anyone who throws up in their bed, cleans the sheets, and then comes back outside and drinks until 5 in the morning.

Best Moment: With Faust, there are so many to choose from, the reenactment of the fan blade was pretty classic, falling into one foot of water and getting completely soaked was another,... but for me, I have to go football… In our 2 on 3 match, with Faust and I on all-time defense, Adam Faust turned into Brian Urlacher... After already getting one good hit on C-Brown, Faust was feeling his role in the backfield. A couple of plays later and then came the hit of the century,... (Announcer) "Williams drops back (Bear on a hard rush), Williams forced to get rid of it.. throws to Brown who makes the....(BAM)~~OOOOOHHHHHH!!! FAUST OUT OF NO WHERE CLOBBERS BROWN TO THE GRASS!! A text book defensive play by middle linebacker/safety Adam Faust! That guy is an animal today!" Overall Grade: A+++



Williams: Adam, a previous winner in Spring of 2005, was his usual hilarious self throughout the whole weekend. What I really like about Williams is that he can be talked into absolutely anything. On Thursday, he wasn't sure if he was going to partake in smoking, well that didn't take long. Friday, he was a little unsure whether he wanted to tube in the cold water... Faust called him out and Williams was in within five seconds. On Saturday night, McIntosh and I dared him at 2 in the morning that he couldn't climb to the very top of the large oak tree in our yard, after 5 minutes of telling him that he could not do it,... he attempted several times and failed, in fact, he did not even make it to the first branch, but that's beside the point.

Best Moment: Thursday night, I nearly forgot about this moment until last night when the memory crossed my mind and I burst into laughter. Football was thrown in the lake, Williams decides he needs to get on the neighbors dock to fetch it... Instead of going around (the proper way), Williams decides he needs to make a six and a half foot jump in order to get on their dock. He jumps, lands one foot, but cannot bring the other foot up in time, slips, catches himself for about a second or two (hanging sideways parallel to the water), holds for dear life, and then crashes into the water. That was probably the funniest thing that happened all weekend, and I am glad I was one of only 2 people to witness it. The rest of the evening and next morning, Williams wore nothing but a white robe. Overall Grade: A+++



Lubahn: After little thought and consideration, I have decided Brent Lubahn as the MVP of Spring Lakehouse 2007, hands down! There are so many funny moments that involved Lubahn throughout the weekend that I am not really sure where to start. He showed up ready to consume anything that was offered, and consume he did, in massive amounts. And not only that, but he made sure everyone else was as well. Saturday morning, we had a full bottle of Jose Cuervo Tequila, by 4 PM it was gone.

Best Moment: The entire weekend, Lubahn started strong and finished with a bang. Even when I thought his night might be over on Saturday when Darling busted him smoking,... he was right back into action within 15 minutes. Congratulations Lubahn, on this year's 2007 Lakehouse M.V.P. Award. Overall Grade: A+++++


Past Winners:

Spring 2005 - Adam Williams
Labor Day 2005 - Brian Weiss
Memorial 2006 - Adam Faust

The nominations are based on those that I had the funniest pictures of.... Thank you for a great time. I can't wait to hear about all of the things I don't remember.

MAgner video.....very funny

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=828473859196079290&pr=goog-sl

I feel like weiss already knows about this guy

this Alger's Frenchie is only 5 fuckin 11 & peep what he does

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GszNJ1NCWo

OH SNAP

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4414799741098232773

Say what you will about Mazur, the guy captures character with a camera.

Chicago

here are most of my pics. my computer shit it's pants when trying to upload a pic of (surprise surprise) my Jamaican friend williams. ..yeah mon i'll have the others up by 2011 mon.
no one die mon.

I don't know if any of you checked the Weather Channel today, but if you did, you saw today's terrifying forecast: Simultaneous eruptions of Volcano Adam and Volcano Chambers in...

THE NATURAL DISASTERS MATCH

How do you go from dormant and docile to violent and venomous? Well, here's a little story about two calm cats with self-restraints equivalent to Ike Turner and Tupac from that movie Juice.

In the spring of 2001, a young raver white bleached hair, wearing 19 rubberbands, Abercrombie shorts and Adidas Gazelles, entered a home on Trail Lake, owned by Adam `Cats in the Cradle' Vesuvious. Immediately, tensions were high. Why you ask? Chambone, the aforementioned raver, walked into his new home to find his exact replica: a young raver with white bleached hair, wearing 19 rubberbands, Abercrombie shorts and Adidas Gazelles. `Is this a mirror?' Chambone pondered. It is in their similarities that the magma heated.
Video games: check
Bong rips: check
Stray girls: check
Excessive jewelry to draw attention to oneself due to a reasonable spoiled upbringing: check

It was evident they had much in common, however, Vesuvius Faust was irked. `How could this stranger be so similar to me? I am so unique and different. I mean look at me, I wear pink bandanas and pretend to speak French.''
Chambers, however, was ``Too busy'' to think of such nonsense. Plus, due to his insufferable chronic fatigue syndrome, he was only awake 11 minutes a day during this era.
Nonetheless, after several angst-ridden hours at Thrift Town, Vesuvius Faust still could not find clothing that distinguished him from his glow-stick yielding new roommate. When Vesivius returned home that day, he smoked 11 cigarettes to calm himself, but, as he put the last one out on his palm, ``Too tired'' McRaves emerged from his cave for his 5:45pm Fruit Loops. It was there, in the Trail Lake #1 kitchen, where the inner-magmas of these two natural disasters could no longer be contained...

FIGHT

Chambers, slouched and droopy-eyed at the table, labored over his Fruit Loops, yawning between bites and lethargically telling Vesivius about his previous day, where, in 11 minutes, he got high, went to Whataburger, met a chick in the drive-thru and took her to his mattress layer. Chambone, then, as his 11 minutes ended, fell face-first into his fruit loops. The milk erupted from the bowl and splattered onto the Huka, Faust's picture of him, Travis Ferris and Eric Stack at Woodsie and his front row Gold Member season passes to the Mavericks for the next 9 seasons, including postgame massages from the players during TV timeouts. BOIL! BOIL! BOOM! TRENDY! Vesuvius Faust exploded, slapping Chambers on the back of the head to wake him. Chambers put his head up, ``Dude, what the fuck is your problem? I'm sooo tired and way tooo busy to deal with this.''
``DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID?'' Vesuvius asked. ``My Daddy bought me these tickets and this shirt, plaid pants, house, eccletic shoes and common household kitchenware, and you just take it for granted because you're not as spoiled as me.''
``Oh yeah,'' Chambone said, but was interrupted by a phone call from Lauren. After 114 consecutive ``I love you more''s, Chambers returned to Vesuvius. ``What were you saying dude? I'm a puppy, and I'm in love. Ruff-ruff.''
This enraged Vesuvius even more because, when Vesivius speaks, all ears in the zip code must heed attention! Unfortunately, Chambone listens to know one. Vesuvius yelled ``You will listen to me because I talk loudly!'' And, to force Chambone to listen, he opened chambers Adderrall 160Mg pills, grabbed Chambers peanut head and slammed the potent pills into Matthew's nose. The taste of these familiar focus meds enlivened Chambone, but also made him irritable, and so he retaliated. Bone removed his rubberband necklace and shot it at Faust's Frat gut. The rubberband hit it's target (obviously) and Faust, in his typical Shakespearan manner, yelled in agony ``My life was for thee Piper-fect!'' and fell to the floor, acting as if such a simple welt was like a machete wound. Faust then rolled to-and-fro, making loud noises to assure the spotlight remained on him. However, Faust forgot, he was dealing with Chambone, who became distracted by the Deftones song on the radio. He then went into full-chaotic raver-ball pass dance, which he Atilla, Orphan Sasha dog and JJ `Joy Juice' Giggles-to-loud performed while watching Fantasy Island.

When Vesuvius stopped faking serious injury, he opened his eyes and saw no one. No Daddy, No Mommy, No Piper, No attention. This crushed Vesuvius, who began to cry on his ``Blatantly Obscure Company'' t-shirt. Then, dejected, he returned to his room to listen to the ``Dandelion Hermaphodites'' until Piper came over to yell him back to manliness. However, when Chambers heard the Dandelion Hermaphodites song ``Nipple Canteloupe'', he had a flashback and entered Faust's room, where Vesuvius cried in his bathtub. Bone said to Faust ``Dude, you're sitting in Atilla's pee''.

Vesuvius jumped out as Chambers fell into a drug-induced laughing spell. Faust, angrily wiped his tears, which to his surprise, were rainbow colored. With a wet rainbow tear, Faust slapped the Adderall spasming Bone, who fell into the bathtub of Attila's Golden shower. The pee woke Chambers from his flashback and he tackled Vesuvius to the floor. Bone then rubbed his chin stubble across Faust's blubbery face. The feel of facial hair was foreign to Vesuvius, who began to scream ``Daddy! Daddy!'' Unfortunately, for Vesuvius, his Dad was busy lecturing Lubahn on the poor decision to get high on the Anatole premises while bumping the common White Guy Rap Songs CD, which Mazur burned for him. However, Randall Chambers did hear the screams, and came in to inspect the situation. When he found Bone atop Vesuvius, his heart ceased, as homosexuality to a Baptist is like English to a San Antonio native; Unnatural and misunderstood. Randall Chambers collapsed and Bone leaped off Faust to rescue Randall. As Chambers began resucitating Randall from Homo Induced Cardiac Arrest, Vesuvius, became gayngry at the lack of attention. He returned the kitchen, grabbed the Huka and ran back into his room, where Chambers was looking at Fantasy Football; he got distracted. Vesuvius crept behind Bone and wrapped a Huka cord around his neck. Vesuvius then lit the bowl and, as he inhaled, Bone's head erupted from his body. His mini-head then rolled to the floor, where Attila did the ``Butt-itch wheelbarrow walk'' across Chambers decaying head. Then, as Faust got high to forget the wretched pain, Daddy Warbucks Faust entered and cleaned up both the Chambers's bodies as Golden Boy Vesuvius rearranged his argyle sock drawer.

END FIGHT

These just keep getting weirder.

Six fights remain:

Miller v. Faust in the Arctic Circle Match: Polar Bear vs BiPolar

Weiss v. Portillo in the Battle of the Eyebrows

Mazur v. Williams in the Crude Cage Match: Crude Oil vs. Crude Behavior

There is a triple fight for the final, and, a la WWF final, even those eliminated may resurface from the shadows...

I thought I'd stir up a little trouble.

Faust your head is like an orange on a toothpick.

Bear remember that time Her Bearness kissed Williams and liked it.

Mazur...I have dibbs on Lubahn pulling out a shank and then down goes Mazur. (Don't get a big head Lubahn b/c we really aren't friends. I flipped a coin on this one.)

Faust scratches and doesn't punch b/c he likes every color of the rainbow. He also has a poster of Richard Simmons above his bed.

Later

Hip Hop Artist of The Year - Bone

P.s. I may be headed to Norway for four days so probably will not be at the lake until Friday.

I give you The Wild Hog Catching Contest in Sabinal, Texas

LAKEHOUSE 2007: BATTLE ROYAL

All this fight talk has me thinking this Lakehouse trip could be trouble. We all got a lot of love for one and other, but as we know- it is a thin line between love and fight.

So, who is most likely to allow harmless tomfoolery to turn to an all out brawl.



Mazur & Lubahn- Their parallel lives seem to mirror one and other but these two have some serious demons to summon. They have a history of kicks and punches, but nothing that can be classified as a fight, yet.

Faust & Chambers- Chambers has voiced his dislike repeatedly for me as of late. These two volatile cats could go to war for the most ludicrous of reasons.



Williams & Bear- This Katie Clay kissing thing just isn't over. Bear does not forgive easily. And Williams loves nothing more than to bring up issues that he knows are of the highest sensitivity.

Vaughn & Brown - Vaughn's got a loose tongue and she is more than likely to bring up a certain indiscretion of Brown's that he would rather forget.

Clay & Darling - Because that would be awesome.

Gang Members find home in Downtown Fort Worth

Once upon a time, Fort Worth was one of the coziest cities in America. Lately though, the city has seen an enormous rise in gang population, particularly in the downtown area. Old English style graffiti of the gang name “Mazur” (with the Z turned backwards) has seemingly overnight appeared on every building downtown. In such a quiet and peaceful city, it is very unsettling to all the current residents who have been shocked by what has taken place, especially Texas Christian University who believe that the lead gang member might have been an ex-student. Ashley Cannon, a former TCU student, said she encountered the leader and his gang-banger at a downtown pub fairly recently, “It was a little uneasy to see such a violent person at one of our bars, I mean, this is Texas “Christian” University, why on earth would a gang want to be here!?” Ashley told reporters that although she was scared for her life, she happen to catch a glimpse of the leader’s face and was stunned by what she then saw. “I knew him” she said, “He was a Lambda Chi and I promise you that I knew every single Lambda Chi Alpha ever at TCU. He was even trying to hide his face because he knew that I would recognize him.” Unfortunately Ashley was too afraid to report his name to authorities because she is scared for her life and feels she might have already said too much.

So beware Fort Worth because your city is in extreme danger. If you see this man, run like hell and contact the authorities as soon as you can. This is a very danger man.

A short description of the lead member was reported by a few patrons who have seen him at downtown bars: 5’ 10”, 185 lbs, strong build, tattoos up and down his left arm, droopy eyes, and most of the time will be seen wearing a bandana, Banana Republic jeans, and Crock shoes. He also prefers an orange slice with his beer.

I'm sure I said something to deserve this...

bear we love you because you're a rockstar....

...you can dance....

....but most of all because you're a BEAR......

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M A BEAR. BEAR. AAAAHH

I would just like to say that I love everybody here, true friends indeed.

THE WILLIAMS

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7453539868728987674

Due to excessive lengths and a waning battle series, it's been decided that fights are shortened to crown the eventual winner and remove the Blog pause stemming from the series. That said, buckle up for dollar signs and corporate chaos in

THE WALL STREET FIGHT

HISTORY

These two fiananciers have a deep rooted history and, though from the same hometown of Guadalajara, Texas, they didn't cross paths until locking horns as Business School rivals in Harry `Potatoes' Echols Operational Managament course at `THE' TCU. Though their firey academic competitive rivalry boiled at 9:30 on Tu/Th, the real friction brewed at the location of today's fight: The legendary, revered, loved and thoroughly longed for: West Lowden Estates.

How the fight came to be: After a long day of cramming for Echols midterm, though Matt Lopez gave them the scantron answers two days prior, Clinton and Michael Texas T-Rex calmed their nerves with a few rips from an old deceased friend, Baby Blue Bong. After stoning themselves silly, Michael rummaged in the fridge and found the last remaning CockRoach and lettuce sub. T-Rex devoured the sub and washed it down with a full bladder of Franzia, that had an expiration date of 1987. Clinton, a tad peaved with the consumption of the last cockroach, was fortunate enough to find a tarantula bar, which appeased his appetite.

However, it was then the quarrel erupted.

When Clintonian returned to his lair, he found a drunken T-Rex looking at his chest in Clinton's full-length mirror. As T-Rex pounded on his chest, he turned to Clintonian's bed side table and, without asking, slurped down the remains of a Brown Midnight Special: Chocolate Milk!! Knowing that no chocolate syrup remained, Brownie tried to grab the beverage to salvage a sip. However, when he did, the remaining Choco-Lactose spilled, coating Clint's nightime thriller ``Blade 9: Vampires Gone Wild''. T-Rex, knowing how incensed Clintonian would be, quickly turned to the computer to play the Jimmy Eats World classic ``Sweetness''. However, when he hit play, an unclosed Anime porn site popped up. Not only was Brown enfuriated at the porn selection of the hairy roommate, but, as Sweetness played Clinton yelled ``This song isn't on the MONSTER BALLADS ALBUM!!" At this point, T-Rex dropped, did two push ups and stood to face the wrath of Brown, the Stock Annihilator...

FIGHT!!

Clinton turned and looked at T-Rex, who, in terror, yelled ``MOM!!?'' to summon A-Chub from his patio-garden room. Unfortunately, A-Chub was busy plugging in cheat codes on Grand Theft Auto 3 and was too engaged to assist. Brownie then swung around, grabbed his bottle of LA Looks and doused Mazur's barren chest. Mazur, pleased to have a lube to accentuate his pectorals, began rubbing the gel and saying ``Ohh, you like that little kangaroo, don't you? Kangaroos like muscles, don't they janitor boy?'' Clintonian, confused by this, swiveled around again and grabbed his TI-83, which he threw at T-Rex's head, striking him and drawing first blood. T-Rex then yelled ``Now it's gettin' hood Monkey Blood!'' and quickly pressed play on Coldplay's ``Trouble'', Clinton's least favorite West Lowden jam. Brownie covered his ears in terror and Michael grabbed a comb and destoryed Clinton's impeccable hair, thus weakening the Annihilator, a la Samson. While Brown stood frazzled, T-Rex darted to his room and took his black-and-white still photos from his wall. As Clint charged down the hall, hair a mess, T-Rex began yelling ``Look, Art! Art! Art!'' Because Art is abstract and requires unquantifiable appreciation, Clint shrieked and retreated back in terror to his room. To avoid the charging, art-yielding T-Rex, Clinton wisely snuck through the connected closets, entering the patio layer of A-Chub. T-Rex, realizing he could go through the kitchen to meet Clint, darted the other direction. However, Brownie, again wisely, opened the inside window from the Patio Lair and threw six A-Chub bed tarantulas onto T-Rex. Before T-Rex could react, the tarantulas ate his leg flesh, leaving him with only bones. Clinton, thinking this was victory, cackle-laughed and sat in the den to watch the movie Heat for the 73rd straight day. Brown did not anticipate however, that though T-Rex's leg flesh was gone, his legs were now actually bigger! Encouraged by his new leg strength, T-Rex spotted Pterodactyl the cat scampering across the floor. With one quick volley, T-Rex kicked Pterodactyl onto Brown's face. Pterodactyl attacked Brown, clawing his face and, when done with him, took a viscious yellow diarrhea on his face. It looked like the end of Brownie, and Mazur went to celebrate with Portillo, who was in Clint's room, looting his closet and trying on his clothes. However, Clint, losing consciousness, got a small taste of the yellow doo-doo, and like Popeye is to Spinach, Clint is to Yellow excrement. This revitalized Clint. Brown then slyly snuck into Mazur's room and removed all of his tidy-whiteys from his drawers. Cackle-laughing, Clint ran outside with all of Michael's underwear, which he planned to donate to the Brite Divinity students. However, as Clint exited, a police light shone in his eyes and yelled `You with the underwear, Don't MOVE!'' Hearing this, T-Rex, Portillo, Mitchell, Pterodactyl, 128 cockroaches, 9 tarantulas, Andrew Olson, some girl from the Keg and A-Chub came running outside. It was there that T-Rex made his wisest move. As T-Rex exited onto the porch of West Lowden, he jumped on the Electro-Motor Scooter. He rode the scooter out into the yard and grabbed the undies from Clint. Laughing and yelling ``Kasalinghounmippie!'' he turned and looked back at Clint, unfortunately, an unidentified car was parked in front of the home. T-Rex slammed into the bumper of the car and lay sprawled out on the hood. Unexpectedly, a McCaro brother showed up on the scene and started rubbing T-Rex's groin. Clint began to cackle and ran with Mitchell to watch the molestation. However, as Brown and Mitchell ran to the scene, a 38-wheel cement mixer pulled onto the street. Everyone gasped and a loud crunch was heard. As the truck pulled away, only Mitchell emerged on the other side of the street. Clint was run over. His corpse was then deposited into the back of Kurt's truck, where Clint was laid to rest with Jon Edmonson, who died from Mole-aria and Air Conditioner vomiting. Though T-Rex was molested, Clinton Annihilator was dead, thus meaning...Mazur `Texas T-Rex' MOVES ON TO FACE WILLIAMS in ROUND 2, which is most anticipated matchup in tourney history!!

Oh, and this has 8 million inside jokes, but all are damn good stories of the glory days.

I like this tournament.

Outtie

Alrighty here's where to send drugs, alcohol, black market body parts, small arms and munitions, asian whores, fanmail etc. :

LCPL Miller, Marc T.
1st RECON BN B CO
UNIT 40544
FPO AP 96426-0544

from what i gather mail can take anywhere from ten days to a month. don't be surprised if you go a month, maybe longer, hopefully way less, without hearing from me. the aforementioned are taboo, faux paux, not pc, in extremist muslim no-separation-of-church-and-state land so use cunning, ambiguity, and disgression, all at the same time, if sending.

peaces,

Guile

Gypsies

On my lunch break from my rigourous two-day-a-week schedule I was relaxing at a little cafe. I had a coffee and a cheese and tomato panini while I read the battle-of-the-bong. She came from the shadows with a baby in each hand. As I looked up she had thrown one of the babies high in the air and I dove to catch the gypsey baby girl just before she hit the ground. (as Miller and Lubahn can attest my hands are as supple as Art Monk's). Then I looked up and saw the other baby was already on his perilous way down. I placed the girl down in a basket of fish and chips (I also ordered that as a snack) and snagged the boy before he fell into my bangers and mash (sausage and mashed potatoes- a little dessert).

By this time the gypsy had made a move for my laptop but luckily my friends Oliver and Clive were there to stop her. Unfortuantely they were too weak to stop her and merely said in a stern voice, "Pardon me, but would you mind buggering off!" This is when she settled for the phone and dissapeared into thin air.

Piper and I are now raising two gypsy chlidren.... Avocado and Glove.

I got gyped.