:: MeatFest 2006 ::
"I wish I had a big leg of deer to knaw on right now." - Dave, about 45 minutes into the first day.
When it was discovered that Dan had only drank one beer through the front 9 of the golf tourney...
"One? Only one? This is MeatFest not a pussy convention!" - Dave
"I want to kill a bison!" - Dan, shitfaced, when his BBQ chicken just wasn't doin' it for him.
"Guys...let's face it, meat rules. CHEERS TO MEAT!" - Dave, hammered, during a round of midnight barbecue.
When me and Dave discovered an unguarded, free, cold keg of beer near the sixth hole (at 9:30 a.m.)...
Dave: You think we're allowed to just drink it? Let's tee off, then when we walk past for our second shots, we'll have some.
Me: Dave, if we walk passed this keg of beer without touching it, we'll regret it for the rest of our lives.
Dave: Good point, let's drink.
More MeatFest tales to come later, when I feel like writing more.
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