words about Bradoween V. At the moment, I'm feeling every one of my years in much the same fashion as a guy who drank until the sun came up and then went to Waffle House with Iggy and Daddy.
I owe everyone who helped out with this year's event a great deal of gratitude. The 'Ween was another fun event with poker, stupid games, and, yes, oddly enough, a wet t-shirt contest.
I'll get around to a full write-up when my body stops hurting. Until then, a quick recap of the action:
Bradoween Open Champion: Dr. Pauly.
43rd (last...) place in the Bradoween Open: Otis
Drunkalympics Champions: Team Evil
Most Suburban: The Murdocks
Most Offensive: Shep
Brad-o-lantern exhibitionists: Chuck and Nancy, Shep
Most likely to draw a crowd with the words "we're about to have a wet t-shirt contest.": The Hooters Girls
Most likely to say "She kissed my pecker.": Dr Jeff, the Ostrich Jockey.