Brotherly Love

One of my good friends invited a group of people to his cabin which is located somewhere where you dont get cable tv, internet, cell phone signals, a toilet, shower, well you get the picture..... In the midst of this trip, my buds younger brother, thought it would be totally cool to show up unannounced to the cabin. Seeing everyone knows everyone that got invited to the cabin for that weekend, people didnt have a problem with it. I unfortunately couldn't make it because I had to work and help run a promotion at a new venue in Philadelphia. That being said, I missed out on alot of fun. Last time we went, we had made a potato gun. Yes, it is a gun that shoots potatoes at about 60 to 70 miles per hour if you get down the technique right. I will show directions to building one later. We would get drunk, high, and walk around wasted shooting everything in our path. Needless to say If I was to pinpoint exactly what we shot at, myself, along with the blog would be gone. Its a great time out there, and alot of us became men in those woods.

Well back to the past present. While my friends younger brother was, he thought it would be a good idea to mingle with the town folk. There is like one house for every 2 miles, and most people that are out there are just staying for the weekend, but if you listen to woods close enough, you can hear the townies. I guess since there woods people, so you could call them woodsies. Anywho, friends younger brother got into with the wood folks, got them pissed off, and they came in the night like those zombies in 30 days of night. Creeepppyyy. lol. Well my friend was flippant when they all woke up in the morning to find all his tires were slashed, with the closest store, and any type of signal to get help was miles away. Here is the conversation leading up to that point. This video was brought to you by the talented David Smith.

Lawn Thrashing

Since the begininng of time, harmless practical jokes and vandalism have amused adolescents. Since then they have transformed and meshed together to create such chaotic ideas like lawn thrashing.

Lawn thrashing is the art of vandalising a lawn with a car, for the sake of a practical joke. The whole idea of driving your car or truck through someone's lawn is priceless. The joy, fear and adrenaline rush going through one's head of a thrashing will last forever. There are many techniques and procedures to become a professional lawnthrasher.....

1. Must have a 90s station wagon (manuel transmission only). the color must be lame, either purple or green does the trick. The make or model does not matter, although a saturn does the best.

2. A drunk, enebriated driver and passengers is a MUST. To make the matter more fun, put a fat ass drunk friend in the back. You must lodge him in the most uncomfortable position (after eating a full sheetz sub) to create a fantastic screech when the fun comes about. You may hear blubber smacking against the sides of the trunk.

3. Know your route! pick out the lawns of arch rivals and the biggest prick in the neighborhood. also, make sure the driveway has trashcans filled at the end of the driveway. Therefore when you are done you can exit with style, splashing rubbish all over there driveway and lawn.

4. Maneuvers. As you drive on to the lawn turn left or right and pull up the E brake and spin the car around doing "donuts". this will cause the grass to tear up and dirt will fly all over their windows. Keep driving and braking in their lawn and at last you crash into the trash cans. that finished off the job like a domer after a mikes hard lemonade.

The laughter after an event like this is unbearable. Just make sure you stay focused on NOT getting pulled over. Only do one lawn every hour. Have fun

PS- if you hear a thumping sound after leaving the scene, its not a flat tire. Its just a trash can lid stuck in the wheel.