Friday night turned into a Beer Pong Mania event.  There is really nothing better in life than playing beer pong on a beach, even if it is just a lake beach, it’s still a beach.  Jake and I got manhandled by Mark and Matt, even though Jake will say that we won.  We were so enthralled by the competitive spirit of our matches that we just kept playing and playing and playing.  I got way to drunk and didn’t make it out.  We only got 1 noise complaint, and it wasn’t really a noise complaint, but a “STOP SCREAMING F-BOMBS WITH KIDS AROUND!”

On Saturday we played Bobby’s Course at Craguns.  We separated into two teams, one that sucked and one that was really good.  We won, had 2 eagles, and I hit in from 80 yards out.  An all around good day of golf.

After the round, Matt had a photo shoot with Babe the blue ox.  Hot, really hot.

Sunday was when it took a turn for the worse. It all started with a trip to Buffalo Wild Wings.  After looking at the menu for 15 minutes, Paul asks “What’s the Blazin’ challenge?”  Followed by the rest of the group offering up $$ for him to do the Blazin’ Challenge.  Here’s the video.

Next, we wanted to get Kramer so drunk that he would pass out by 1pm.  We we made him do 6 shots in 3 minutes.  The shots were rail tequila, rail gin, rail whiskey, rail rum, tequila/rum mix shot, and so co.  What him take them down.

The thing about Jake and his friends is that they like to “gay it up”.  But what do 3-4 guys do when the new neighbor is really gay, really really really gay?  And what happens when his travel companion has really really really not-real tits?