Shit ton o' dudes from back east and the midwest in town to shred the rad. Last weekend was a bit of a rainout, but it's dried up. Sunday we spent an hour trying to dry the Cowtown ramp, and then got to skate for about 45 minutes. Then it was on to Venezia's Pizza, where Rick and Jim tempted fate by ordering a party pizza. If two people eat in in an hour, they get their picture on the wall and a free t-shirt. Record is 7 minutes? Cray cray. Here they are on their first slices, all bluster and confidence.
Only a slice and a half left. Rick is looking worked, Jim has had a mouth full of food for about 10 minutes. They're contemplating throwing in the towel. The clock is ticking.
Clean plate club! Jim still has a full mouth of chewed up pizza. We thought it was a done deal. T-shirts and photo coming right up. Jim gave a little grunt of a warning, the booth was evacuated, and then he did a miniature proectile vomit. Nobody who worked there saw, but he felt it was his duty to report it. Too nice of a guy -- the guy behind the counter said they were DQed for puking. all they had to show was a pizza hangover and greasy shits for days.
No comments:
Post a Comment