Tonight the drinking legend that is Craig decided to take a brief hiatus from building army tanks to come and drink copious amounts of bourbon in the place he truly belongs, BOX, Ann Arbor. It didn't take long after arrival for Craig to begin his normal Craig antics: lookings like a crazy red-head, speaking unspeakable words, making girls feel uncomfortable. About this time Craig decided to challenge me to a 40 race.
So Since I am in fact a weaker drinker than Peter, B-Russ, probably Al, Andy, and Zola (sarcasm), what better man to challenge to regain my drinking crowndom than Craig. As it turns out, this strategy was pointless. I ended up pounding a 40; Craig ended up spilling it all over a female-household's carpet.
Anyways, this all is beside the point. What is the point is how Mr. Craig ended up this fine night. (With pictures):
Here we see our friend Craig in a clear attempt to enter the BOX home through an opened window. However, it appears this red-headed drunk has passed out half-way through. Don't let the picture fool you, the man literally passed out in this position.
Here we see the animal from outdoors, with his ass hanging half-way out the window, literally waiting for a homeless man to penetrate his anoos.
At this point, you might be thinking that Craig is a crazy drinker. I would like to share a story about Zola-palooza. Craig drank heavily, blacked out, came-to at Kroger (at least 1.5 miles away) at 6 a.m., was asked by Kroger employees if he was ok (?), and proceeded to run home in the rain. Yes, the man is a drinking fiend.
Editors Note: Craig is now removed from his position in between the window, and is passed out (in his own vomit) on the porch.
4 comments:
WOW...this is why Craig is my hero.
He is still passed out on the porch at 3:00 am with vomit all over his arm
YES. I had the honor of waking up to him on the couch this morning. His shirt is stained with vomit.
thats not me
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