| BroBQ IV: The One Where We Fight A Stereo Typical Cold War Era Soviet To Avenge The Death Of Apollo Creed. |
| BroBQ - May 24th, 2009 - George's Island 199 Dutch Street Montrose, NY 10548 |
BroBQ - May 24th, 2009
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George's Island 199 Dutch Street Montrose, NY
I know the title is a bit long this year but I want you all to know exactly what you’re getting involved with
this year. This isn’t simply the sickest party of the year where the beer flows as freely as Jesse’s blonde
locks and scantly clad babes prance beneath the glow of the mid Hudson sun. No, although it is all those
things and more, it is also something way bigger. You see there is so much at stake, seems our
freedoms up against the ropes and in the burning heart, just about to burst, there’s a quest for
answers, an unquenchable thirst.
While other BroBQ’s are training using the latest equipment, futuristic computers, human growth
hormone and teams of scientists, we know that the simple fact is that there is no easy way out…there is
no shortcut home. So for the past year we’ve retreated to the far off reaches of Siberia. There we
shunned all the 80’s excesses that we had once held so dear, most notably our robot that was
specifically designed to deliver birthday cake, and we WORKED.
I will spare you the painstaking details but our daily routine often included breakfasting on the haunches
of rabbits, relentlessly chopping logs and celebrating atop mountains that we had just scaled.
Now I know you’re asking yourself, “what does all this have to do with a bar-bq?” and “where can I get
myself one of those there birthday cake robots?” The answer to those questions is simple, don’t worry
about it.
Either way we have emerged leaner, meaner, bearded-er and more focused than ever at the daunting
task that lies ahead: to throw the raddist mutha fucken party since Hasselhoff tore down the Berlin Wall.
Expect food, booze, guys, girls, games, a petting zoo for the little ones, a piñata full of cocaine for the
adults, plus all the wiffle ball, beer pong, unprotected sex and regrets your heart can desire. Yup, we’re
taking it up a notch.
this year. This isn’t simply the sickest party of the year where the beer flows as freely as Jesse’s blonde
locks and scantly clad babes prance beneath the glow of the mid Hudson sun. No, although it is all those
things and more, it is also something way bigger. You see there is so much at stake, seems our
freedoms up against the ropes and in the burning heart, just about to burst, there’s a quest for
answers, an unquenchable thirst.
While other BroBQ’s are training using the latest equipment, futuristic computers, human growth
hormone and teams of scientists, we know that the simple fact is that there is no easy way out…there is
no shortcut home. So for the past year we’ve retreated to the far off reaches of Siberia. There we
shunned all the 80’s excesses that we had once held so dear, most notably our robot that was
specifically designed to deliver birthday cake, and we WORKED.
I will spare you the painstaking details but our daily routine often included breakfasting on the haunches
of rabbits, relentlessly chopping logs and celebrating atop mountains that we had just scaled.
Now I know you’re asking yourself, “what does all this have to do with a bar-bq?” and “where can I get
myself one of those there birthday cake robots?” The answer to those questions is simple, don’t worry
about it.
Either way we have emerged leaner, meaner, bearded-er and more focused than ever at the daunting
task that lies ahead: to throw the raddist mutha fucken party since Hasselhoff tore down the Berlin Wall.
Expect food, booze, guys, girls, games, a petting zoo for the little ones, a piñata full of cocaine for the
adults, plus all the wiffle ball, beer pong, unprotected sex and regrets your heart can desire. Yup, we’re
taking it up a notch.
| BroBQ IV: Fuck the Russians; will take place on May 24, 2009 at Noon at George's Island in Montrose, NY. All are welcome (no commie scum). |