Well, that last contest had some great ones, but I would have to say the winner was Jared's mysterious "lead" foot pun. He didn't actually make a joke, but if he had, I am certain it would have been hilarious. But good luck to the rest of you with this one of me ordering another pint in a pub in Stuttgart. I'm not sure what the girls are doing, but you caption contestants can surely think of something. - Ryan
Monday, September 11, 2006
EurotTrip 2006 continues!
Well, that last contest had some great ones, but I would have to say the winner was Jared's mysterious "lead" foot pun. He didn't actually make a joke, but if he had, I am certain it would have been hilarious. But good luck to the rest of you with this one of me ordering another pint in a pub in Stuttgart. I'm not sure what the girls are doing, but you caption contestants can surely think of something. - Ryan
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"Okay then...all of us who want this weirdo to go bother the girls at some other table...give the 'thumbs-up' sign." "It's unanimous!"
Ryan: "Man, that guy over at the bar is looking fiiine"
Ryan: "Yeah...after a couple more pints of this caffeine-free rootbeer...these BYU Babes with their incessant chatter will be lookin'pretty good!"
Having only one thumb, Petey is left of the picture. His increasing bitterness and resentment mount into a 6-year spiral downward into alcoholism and inhalant abuse. After spending his last $2.63 on rubber cement, he realizes how completely and utterly alone he is and decides to clean up his life. He moves to the Bad Kissingen District of northwestern Bavaria and starts a bed and breakfast from the ground up (nothing big, just a three-room operation near the lake. The Victorian Room has some wonderful amenities, including a 4-poster bed and marble-topped dressers) with the help of his manservant Helmut.
Unable to remember the secret hand gesture...Petey's membership in the popular "Thumbs-Up" Society was abruptly terminated!
"Da*m, I need to shave."
Excluded from their conversation once again, Ryan questioned his decision to leave his razor at home.
As the ladies move into hour number three in their in depth discussion/comparison of European vs. American men...Petey comes to the realization that his heavy drinking can no longer dull the pain and desperately searches for a place to hang himself!
Girls: "Hey, maybe the ol''pull my finger' routine will get rid of this lounge lizard!"
Ryan: "Oh dear goodness. They're thumbwrestling again."
Ryan: "I hope no one thinks we're tourists.."
Suddenly...a pall was cast over the promise of Petey's excellent European adventure...as it dawned on him that he could be suffering the same rejection from the ladies at home...for $10,000 less!
Man, my jacket is so sick amazing hot. Whoever made it deserves a hot girlfriend.
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