Century Club

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=85 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><B>Caintmakit! Racing</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><B>     </B></FONT><B>|     </B><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Caintmakit! Racing"><U><B>home</B></U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id70.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Timeslips!"><U>Timeslips!</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id56.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Lifestyle"><U>Lifestyle</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id117.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Founding Fathers"><U>Founding Fathers</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id26.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="NDBs"><U>NDB's</U></A>   |   <B>Century Club</B>   |   <A HREF="id77.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="DrunkMunkees"><U>DrunkMunkees</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id105.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="random munkee pics"><U>random munkee pics</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id67.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Hangovers. . "><U>Hangovers. . </U></A>   |   <A HREF="id44.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Racers"><U>Racers</U></A></div> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=180 BGCOLOR="#990033" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <B>Following is an account of a century club attempt made at 854 Chevy, on 11/17/00.</B></div> </td> <td valign="top" height=395 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <I>Century Club</I></div> <bR> <div> Initially, Paul, Bob, Ed, Cub and Whitmer started the event.</div> <bR> <div> At approximately 60 Ryan woke up and played "catch up" taking 2.5oz shots</div> <div> for approximately 15 rounds. During this time Paul ducked in and out,</div> <div> sitting "poor consumption shape" as the primary killer.</div> <bR> <div> Between 75-90 a beer crisis stuck when the keg of MGD was kicked and filler</div> <div> cans of Coors, and Bud Light were used as stand-ins.</div> <bR> <div> Eventually Jeff W, Jeff R and Paul B returned with a pony of Bud Light.</div> <bR> <div> Whitmer, in attempts to bring himself back from the depths of shame had a</div> <div> very strong performance carrying to initially to a very respectable 126.</div> <div> After "purging" he reentered the contest catching up at the 133 mark and</div> <div> continuing to the 137 mark before hanging up his glass sighting "sanity."</div> <bR> <div> At the sesquicentennial mark (150) a highly controversial 2 minute break was</div> <div> taken so that the three remaining competitors Cub, Bob, and Ed could all</div> <div> relieve themselves.</div> <bR> <div> Pizza arrived at 152 and the three each had 2-3 pieces, showing their</div> <div> incomprehensible form each possessed.</div> <bR> <div> During this time, trash talking, and violent out bursts ensued.</div> <bR> <div> In a freak accident at the 176 mark the "communal spit cup" was tipped over</div> <div> onto Cubs arm spilling a whitish-clear with brown particular jizzem. Cub,</div> <div> over come by the sight, smell, and feel of this substance went down, marking</div> <div> himself and the floor, as well as the front yard.</div> <bR> <div> One they went...</div> <bR> <div> At the 209 mark it looked like Ed was out. But, after an extensive piss and</div> <div> a two minute break he and Bb were in a dead heat. Bob's stoic behavior left</div> <div> us all wondering how bad he was hurting. Ed bruised and battered from Bobs</div> <div> numerous physical assaults freely admitted his weakened state.</div> <bR> <div> 217 marked the "random shots taken" period of the event where the trash</div> <div> talking lead to Ed taking 2 shots in a row, and bib, not wanting to fall</div> <div> behind taking two as well.</div> <bR> <div> Would the pony hold out?</div> <bR> <div> 218</div> <div> 219</div> <div> 220</div> <div> 221</div> <div> 222</div> <div> 223</div> <div> 224</div> <div> 225</div> <div> 226</div> <div> In a sudden, and seemingly unexpected (as if the 226 shots of malt liquid</div> <div> weren't enough) turn of events Bob lost it all over the table, himself, the</div> <div> kitchen, and all of outside.</div> <bR> <div> Ed, needing to complete the 227 downed it, celebrated with a slice of luke</div> <div> warm pizza, and then likely overcome by the fumes and sheer vomit lost</div> <div> everything on himself, the outdoors, Bob, and several other items.</div> <bR> <div> In the end it was Bob dragging Ed back inside.</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> A truly amazing sight....</div> <bR> <div> Author: Drew*</div> </td> </tr></table></body>