Phishr Chronicles

Although I wasn’t the immediate culprit in this wrong doing, I will take this opportunity to publicly post what I will claim as MY payback.

The Foundation- July 2005

Our good friend Stevo had his “bachelor party” as a camping trip on Ft. Gibson lake in Oklahoma. It was to be a weekend of massive drinking and cooking out. This weekend was the typical crew (Stevo, Stink, Treez, Skeet, Corgy, just to name a few). As the evening progressed, so did or B.A.C.’s. I soon fell into a drunken stupor and parked my drunk ass into a mesh chair and passed out, hard.

This is where the crew had their fun.

The next day I woke up covered in sand. I guess after I drifted into a hard somber, Skeet began throwing shovel fulls of sand in my lap. Then to my feet, etc. Before long I was buried up to my neck. One of the guys put an empty beer box on my head and I believe it was Corgy who urinated all over me. I woke up sometime soon, and they said they all laughed as I performed ignorant drunken tasks. I woke up with no recollection.

The Ultimate Burn Oct. 2006

In college I subscribed to Maxim magazine from a young lad going door to door. Back then my college alias was “Drinky McDrinkerton” defining my silly personality after too many cocktails. When I subscribed to this magazine I suppose I filled out the mailing name as Drinky McDrinkerton, meaning for the next 3 years of college I recieved Drinky’s Maxim Subscription. I recieved the 100th Issue in the mail that October which was a collectors edition due to the milestone the publication had reached. Out of sheer excitement I flipped open the magazine in my front yard. My favorite part of the magazine is the section where viewers write in, the magazines feedback section. While reading the section I came across a new contest entitled Hot Shots! where people send in their pictures. There was a picture of a guy hunched over in a chair with a pile of sand in his lap. I was cracking up at the picture… Until further investigation.

“I have a bandana like that… And I also have a tattoo with that exact sh….”

Son.. Of.. A.. Bitch….

My picture is in Maxim Magazines 100th Issue on page 24 at the bottom. And it’s of yours truly being shamed to a WHOLE new degree. My shaming has been seen by the WORLD. I don’t know if I should be excited or embarrassed.

Skeets Back. Jan. 2008

My revenge sits deep in my belly. I don’t think about it everyday but when I’ve been had by somebody in the past, I sure as hell take notice to my windows of opportunity.

Granted, I held the biggest revenge grudge on the one who urinated on me, Corgy. But Skeets revenge was to be less aggresive. I mean he only set me up for the most publicly known shamings. He only buried me, however, he started it BY burying me.

While sitting around Boone’s kitchen, Skeet had drifted off into a deep slumber, mainly alcohol induced, but exhaustion was a key factor as well. basically, Skeet was down for the count. I told Boone to try to wake Skeet up, and he tried. No success. So he shook him, nothing. So he patted his cheeks. Out cold. What happened next ws recorded by me with every intention to exploit it ALL over the internet. This was all in good fun. however this is my form of…

REVENGE!

ahhhh.. I still laugh.