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Party Time!

Sun, 17 Jan 2010 00:34:35 +0100

A few notable points from Chucky’s belated Christmas party below. Good turnout, and a pleasant time was had my most, but certainly not all. Thanks to Chuckitty for being such impeccable hosts/hostesses!

Toth was kind enough to cook oysters which had been sitting in his trunk since sometime in early 2009. If you think shrimp rings are scary, you should’ve seen these things. I’d lick a sneeze guard in a shaky diner before touching one of those things with my little toe.
Kitty was an incredibly personable and charming hostess, even though, uhh, it wasn’t her place. She was like one of those vacuums you set down and they just wander around the place picking whatever they find. Alissa was furiously taking notes.
A lively discussion occurred between myself and the lovely Mrs. Griffin-FridayNight. Perhaps feeling the effects of too much sparkling wine, she began making bold statements about how she and the lovely Mrs. Sabiston were going to win the Open Washers tournament. Not to be racist, but the chances of two girls who have never played washers before winning an Open, on a scale of 1 to 100, are -5,000.
Who doesn’t have ketchup for miniburgers? If Rosscoe had been in attendance we may have staged a walkout, or at least a sit in. No ketchup? It’s not like I asked for fucking unicorn or something. In fairness to the miniburgers, they were pretty good anyhow.
An unnamed party goer dressed up as a Don Johnson knockoff, frosted tips, fake tan and all, smoked some shake down in Mexico or some shit and came back thinking he was Cheech. A couple puffs on Lady Gaga’s disco stick later, and he was KTFOd. When his remains were eventually located in the spare bedroom, Golfin’ Griff put a Sharpie to pretty good use. He wrote a kind note on his neck which clearly displayed our victim’s love for a certain male body part, and drew a Captain Morgan moustache/goatee for good measure. Wonder if there was any fallout?
“Burt Reynolds” were introduced to the party going crowd. Half Captain Morgan’s and half Butter Ripple Schnapps. Perhaps provided artistic inspiration for GG’s handiwork?
@hutsiedotcomjr wildly enjoyed her first party. She got drunk on milk, and had to go home a little early. That’ll teach her!
Sheila, wonderful better half to Kenner, caught what could be euphemized as a “bit of a buzz”. She is watching her fourth movie of the day from bed if I had to guess.
RJ's special new friend is a bit like a vacuum cleaner herself. The mark on said gentleman’s neck reminded me of something you’d get after a Grade 10 dance in the back of your Dad’s Volvo, or maybe during lunch hour from Myla Johnston. Hiding options include a Band Aid, a dickie, a popped collar, or house arrest. No options were utilized.
Leather (possibly rubber) pants were in the house! The Official Girlfriend of Blair Sabiston is definitely high society. Next time we’re at the same party, you can rest assured I’ll be wearing my starter suit with collar popped, making lots of comments like “New York’s really changed.” Nice to finally see her out! Were Blair's matching pants at the drycleaner I wonder?
Nice too see Brad Scharien after a long time!
Kim and CTC were delightful as always, and a half drunk JennaBenna05 remarked on the drive home that she "wanted to be her friend!"
Coach Quast's mood improved as the evening progressed, but he was visibly shaken after leading his basketball team to defeat.

All the best to my devoted readers until next time! Haha.

UFC 107

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 06:08:18 +0100

People were pretty excited for this card. Picked up RJ and budding MMA fan Brady Quast, and headed to Chucky's house. Packed house: Kenner, Golfing Griff and cousin (nice guy, looks like a white Suge Knight), Bohan (who didn't have the remote this time*), Tom Campbell and wife, Dave Mansi and his son, Lomeads, Sabby (who actually stayed for the main event this go around), forgot a few but probably don't know their names anyhow.

A few notable moments from the evening:

The Buentello/Strvue fight proved to be a real crowd pleaser, largely due the obvious humor involved anytime a real life Gumby takes on a real life fat brick shithouse. Third round was a letdown, but whatever, you can't win 'em all.
Johnson/Garcia came on really quickly as Kenner and I were headed to the deck. It was Kenner's turn to choose, and after about 14 seconds of sleeve tugging and 10 seconds of "uhhhing" he made his pick. Tough conditions for Ken to pick under, though: missed the reach advantage, couldn't really see their tattoos, didn't know where they were from, too far away to see who looked madder, same skin color, no one was wearing the tight shorts etc. Eventually he settled on the "tall guy" (Johnson, who won in fine style).
Chucky trying a single leg takedown on his PVR.
TC saying Diego is in a different league that BJ. True Tom, much like Hayley Wickenheiser plays in a different league than Alexander Ovechkin.
Asking Kenner if he was there the time Chucky was cleaning his house while we were all drinking every stray bottle in his fridge, and then telling us he was going to bed. Kenner: I don't know, that's happened a couple times now hasn't it? Sorry Dave!

Stating next UFC we'll be tracking wagers. For those who don't know, we bet 5.00 a fight with a 5.00 bonus if you predict the correct round and outcome, while being penalized 5.00 if you get it all backward. Get ready for 108!

*In the unlikely event that anyone actually a) reads this and who b) gets the joke, an LOL is -10,000.

More Futures Bets

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:32:06 +0100

These from Showdown Joe:

Team Showdown vs. Team Russelllll - Flat of beer

Team Showdown vs. Team Fiancee Fransen - bottle of brown

Team showdown vs. Team Fiancee Fransen (but in another pool)- package of Rib steaks from Costco.

Team Rosco wagers against The Unreduced Lotto'joos

Matchup: Nucks VS. Coilers, season series 09/10
Stakes: 24 oz. bottle o' brown
Tie-break: Push till next season

Ed: Does some liquor manufacter that I'm unware make bottles of the 24oz variety?

And one more from O'Brady:

Team Hotdogface vs. Team Obradyquincey......bottle of brown

I'm officially upgrading this website to second most useless website on the interweb.

Erndogg v. Bootsie (Rivalry Week)

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 00:10:47 +0100

The Canucks/Oilers matchup on 19 October resulted in a bet for a bottle of brown. The Oilers were victorious, by a score of 2-1, resulting in a completed and successful wager for Mr. Sanchez.

It appears that Mr. Malcolm has been attacked by Mr. Sanchez regarding this matter:

and post the win for the plucky duck's oil beating the gay nucks - oh yeah, bootsie ducked that bet....

Game one, and there's bad blood already. Could be a long season!

A second wager was placed regarding the more successful NFL season: The Minnesota Favrlings versus the Philadelphia Eagles. Stakes: bottle of brown.

This bet clearly indicates that Mr. Malcolm has suffered some sort of brain trauma, and although I'm not a doctor, I'd recommend 6-8 weeks of bedrest.

Is there a tie breaker in case both teams bow out in the same round?

Season Bets (dankpool)

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:35:27 +0100

Team Hutsie -19.5 versus Team Bootsie (for the year). The stakes have been set, and the loser has to pay for a) Mariners tickets b) green fees. Winner's choice. I'm torn between what I'll decide. Perhaps I'll set up a poll later in the year.

Team Showdown Joe EVEN versus Team Bootsie. Winner's prize? Flat of beer.

Still waiting on a bunch of the other wagers.

Up and running

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 03:36:50 +0100

Well, I figure my site can't be worse than Officepools, so here we go. We'll just use the blog feature to track our shit.

Hutsie.com

Fri, 17 Apr 2009 04:13:40 +0100

Well, thanks to my Interweb savvy friend Reduced Juice, it looks like Hutsie.com is finally rolling. Excuse me while I go dry my tears of joy.