It’s Superbowl Sunday. And to celebrate the occasion, what could possibly be more fun than mixing sixteen hot dogs into a large batch of Kraft mac n’ cheese!? Four boxes worth, to be precise.
I’ve crunched the numbers; it’s a collective 5,920 calories, and an additional 14,080 mg of sodium. Add to that 150 hot wings we purchased at Buffalo Wild Wings, plus the assortment of cream-cheese-filled dipping sauces that Brian is heating up in the oven right now, I’d say we’re going to be feeling pretty good tomorrow.
Oh, I forgot to mention the plethora of beers in the fridge… but those don’t contain very many calories, right?
Ventured up to Breckenridge today with tan pimps, Meg O and Roz G. I tried to come up with an adjective to describe our day, but nothing seemed to fit. Thrilling, awesome, magical and perfect are all understatements.
Did you catch the news today? Thach Cat has a blog, folks!
Be sure to follow along as Thacher Stone (a.k.a Black Thunder) shares magical stories, recounts exciting adventures, posts compelling/provocative/nude photographs, and much more.
Aspen, CO. On Sunday, Aspen police detained professional freeskier Peter Olenick, a local of Carbondale, CO between the hours of 7:30 and 8:30 PM when it was discovered that he had used a pipe to get extremely, extremely high. Other skiers including Justin Dorey, Kevin Rolland, Mike Riddle, Xavier Bertoni and Simon Dumont were also caught in the act.
Blood tests were conducted, and the results showed that Olenick was in fact considerably “more high” than the others in the group. Further investigation led to the discovery that (and to the bewilderment of all parties involved) Olenick had set a Guinness record for being the world’s highest man using a pipe as his means of getting high.
When asked about how high he was, Olenick reported, “I’m feeling pretty awesome.” Evidently, the thrill of being so damn high outweighed the fact that he would ultimately face prosecution for his actions. Olenick has been charged with being “high in public,” and is being held by police for questioning.
On Sunday, Brian, Thacher and I gathered all the blankets, fluffed all the pillows, collected our various stuffed animals (Treadwell, Theodore, Seymour, Andrew and Garcia), busted out the laptop, and settled in for a screening of the not-so-popular 1997 film, “Chasing Amy.”
Legs may have rubbed against each other (no pants allowed), we might have rolled over on each other in laughter during the one, maybe two funny scenes, and we might have found ourselves in a hot sweat for no particular reason.
Treadwell has the best seat in the house.
Think it’s gay?
Well, you are wrong.
According to the Channel 4 “Gay-O-Meter,” I’m only 46% gay. I scored “right in the middle, and am a happy and well adjusted hetero man.”
