And why does Crowpath remind me of football?....
One time I was in went to a Chiefs game w/ my brothers in KC. Now, I dont give two shits about football, but we spent a couple hours before the game standing in the 20 degree air, drinking beer and eating grilled beef tenderloin. I had a great deal of both. I flew back to Louisville after the game and started feeling like stir fried shit on the flight. Thought it was beer/meat/cold/tired related, so I didnt think much about it. By the time I was halfway home I realized I was getting sick. Like, fucking animal sick. I wasnt home more than 10 minutes before I started yakking my fucking brains out. Not, Im gonna be sick! Barf. It was one of those full body--splashing on the shower curtainclinch your ass so you dont shit kind of pukes. (I remember thinking that if I also got a similar case of the runs that I would be propelled skyward like a rocket.) And I did it over. And over. And over. And how does beer and steak puke? Pretty much the same fucking way it eats/drinks. I was like, alright, this is beer and meat, but not the way I expected to be experiencing it. And before that thought passed completely through my mind-BAM!!!. Another wave of it. Thats Crowpath, except, its a lot more fun and your wife doesnt bitch at you for fucking up the shower curtain.
