OUCH!!!! This weekend has been epically painful. We had a 4 day, and of course, we got drunk. Well drunk is an undertatement, we spent 72 hours completely hammered off of a variation of jungle juice we call frankenstein. Secret recipe, sorry, but oh dear god does it taste good. Frankenstein is like slapping a munchkin with a gold brick, and then giving him permission to dance between your ears for the next several hours. But we had a blast, and to everyone who knows why.....YOUUUUUU!!! Day 1 midnight commenced the first real taste of the juice, and after we established the need for a camera, because we knew we wouldn't remember much of what was about to come, we dove in feet first and ran into a whole village of munchkins. Well they had bigger bricks than we did, and by the time they got done with us, I was waking up at 10 AM in a bathroom on the first floor of our barracks with no recollection of how I got there, and no evidence I had been drinking. So we regrouped and did it again the next night. Behold frankenjuice 2.14 1/2. Making it again turned into a huge party in the day room with more people than we planned on having, and everything from playing franken-pong at 1 am to having to carry poor Walters back to his room because his entire concept of vertical got rearranged. But yes, we shut down about 530 AM the next morning, and the juice is now in the fridge, and we believe it might be plotting against us. (SHHHHH!!!!! It knows my name........and it calls for me.........)

OUCH!!!! This weekend has been epically painful. We had a 4 day, and of course, we got drunk. Well drunk is an undertatement, we spent 72 hours completely hammered off of a variation of jungle juice we call frankenstein. Secret recipe, sorry, but oh dear god does it taste good. Frankenstein is like slapping a munchkin with a gold brick, and then giving him permission to dance between your ears for the next several hours. But we had a blast, and to everyone who knows why.....YOUUUUUU!!! Day 1 midnight commenced the first real taste of the juice, and after we established the need for a camera, because we knew we wouldn't remember much of what was about to come, we dove in feet first and ran into a whole village of munchkins. Well they had bigger bricks than we did, and by the time they got done with us, I was waking up at 10 AM in a bathroom on the first floor of our barracks with no recollection of how I got there, and no evidence I had been drinking. So we regrouped and did it again the next night. Behold frankenjuice 2.14 1/2. Making it again turned into a huge party in the day room with more people than we planned on having, and everything from playing franken-pong at 1 am to having to carry poor Walters back to his room because his entire concept of vertical got rearranged. But yes, we shut down about 530 AM the next morning, and the juice is now in the fridge, and we believe it might be plotting against us. (SHHHHH!!!!! It knows my name........and it calls for me.........)