Try and stop me.......

This is a conversion I had with a girl when I had first bout my house,I had lawn furniture to sit in my tv stand and I was sleeping in the bonus room. We had just got done eating out and came back to watch a movie when she said.......
Girl: what's that?
Me: oh, that's my owl
Girl: what's it for?
Me: to scare the haters, you know
         Keep them out
Girl: that thingis weirdand creepy
         And it keeps staring at me
Me: why?
Girl: I don't know!
Me: are you a hater?
Girl : no what would make you think
            That?
Me: you were talking pretty bad
        About my owl you must be a
         Hater . Now you have to leave
Girl: shut up
After this I start the movie and put the owl beside me and I told her it was to protect ne from he haterisms

so his butt print was on your windsheild?

I went to a happy little highschool called Nashville School for the Arts. Even though they probubly wouldnt like me to admit it i went there and loved it. There are so many memories from that place its crazy, so here is just one or maybe a hundred.... screw it ill just put some of my most fondest memorise of that place.......

1. Stealing door knobs - yes i did it it was an old school and youo could just jerk the knobs off (thats what she said)

2.Going to Prom with Shoup - it wasnt going to prom with her that was fun it was meeting the people i might not have ever talked to at NSA if i hadnt gone

with her. Weird thing is my cousin married her cousin.......

3. Mrs. Tutt - Even though we didnt get along my senior year she was still a

great teacher and tried to keep me in line, me and mike still

laugh at the last thing i ever told her..."You are really making

me angry" you had to be there, it was sad

4. The People - no not all the students there just the ones lucky enough to be

apart of a group called the people. Mostly Mr. Woodal's class

5. Scene design and construction - Im pretty sure we were the best class at that, but at the same

time we were the worst about listing to anything mrs. Tutt

Said. We were constantly cracking joke walking off or if

you were Terence you were hiding in the curtain. I mean

that is literally the class where Marcus got the nick name

"Moon Pie" mostly because he mooned everyone

in the class......seriously

6 Donnie Crenshaw - If you went or ever had Mr. Donnie Crenshaw then i dont need say a thing, he is the craziest smartest most dangerous

teacher i have ever had......man he was awesome....

7. Dances for no reason - D.J. Bell and his laser table......oh and he did steal somebodies

portable CD player

8.Senior Prom - I took Jole Lenard instead of my girl friend.........seriously made

the right choice

9. The gym classes - only at NSA do you go from coach Wright to Mr Mallack ( i think

that was his name) to teachers with two totally different

thoughts on kids. I mean im pretty sure Mallack was living in

boys locker room.......seriously

10. The time i peed for Scott - as i look back at this it was dumb for me to do but he was in a

tough spot and he was my friend and i wanted to help

long story short he needed my pee for a drung test so he

wouldnt get in trouble and it was a game of cat and mouse

were me and him were carrying around a bottle of my pee

most of the day, i would do it again if need be for real, but

wewe are both in a place where we can laugh at this now...

it was high school so im sure some of my memory is

a little more dramatized than the actual event but its still

funny

11. Marcus hit the dumpster - Imagine sitting down in your car waiting for school to start

when you friend in his car which he called the "blue lagoon"

comes flying down the hill in which goes into the parking lot

and literaly feet away from the dumpster hits his breaks

and skids all the way to the dumpster and hits it going

probably 7-2 mph then puts his car into reverse and parks

right beside you gets out like nothing happen and says

"hey"........marcus does that.....

12. jole takes a dance class - jole had to take a dance class his senior year, normaly it

wouldnt be weird for a male to do this but it was Jole and

it was funny.......really funny

13.  In all honesty I got high a lot there, I look back and probably shouldn't of gotten that high as much as I did, but I did and it was my choice ha

I got my thumb stuck in a bottle, yes I'm that dumb to get my thumb stuck in a bottle.....

Every December there is a special day that come were every one gets together and they are all filled with joy and happiness. They share stories and laugh and hang out and have a good time. No I'm not talking about Christmas at all, but Santa is involved and he ain't handing out presents or at least not all of them are. I know some of you may be confused as to what I'm talking about, but their is a small few of you who know exactly what I'm talking about.........and you are smiling right now because you remember the greatest time you have ever had in your life, and if you say no I'm wrong then your just lying to yourself.......seriously. what I'm talking about is Santa Con. or you may gave heard it called the Nashville Santa rampage. "What is it?" you ask well its where a bunch of people get together and dress like Santa and go bar hopping. So yes its a pub crawl where everyone is dressed like Santa and spreading Christmas cheer! It was the most amazing thing ever to walk down second ave. with 200 Santa's (give or take....maybe more like 100 but still i had been drinking and was just ball parking it) and shouting HO HO HO. It was great and will be something i remember forever, even at the next one I'm not sure it will even live up to that. I think i explained pretty well how much fun i had and how awesome it truly was and if you still don't get how much fun i had then let me say this IT WAS SERIOUSLY FUCKING AWESOME! Get the point now, you must now know that i almost died at this. I know what your thinking how could it be that much fun and you almost die, or maybe a great another drunk driver story, but i didn't drive we planned ahead and had a sober ride...Santa played it smart. (THANKS AGAIN PATTY POO) What I'm about to tell you is the scariest thing that has happen to me during the happiest time of my life.....let me say that again "What I'm about to tell you is the scariest thing that has happen to me during the happiest time of my life" and it included my friend Bradly..........

Bradly and me were hanging out by the Jukebox at the bar (Beer Cellar) and we were small talking and kinda in shock at the amount of Santas crammed into that place (it wasn't over capacity so don't freak out) it was an amazing thing it was seriously a sea of red and white. I was completely different from where we had started at 5 points. We showed up early to three crow bar to grab something to eat and it was almost like showing up early to prom, everyone there was not dress like us and just staring at us (Me, KEKE, and Bradly) it was odd and uncomfortable but we ran with it (as i often do). It was about an hour until every one else showed up but still it was nothing like what was going on where we are at now.......it was insane. I am having a blast taking pictures of Santa, taking pictures with Santa just hanging out high fiveing Santa and just having fun. Then it happen me and brad were talking by the jukebox when out of no where this creepy Santa walked out of the sea of red and white and walked towards me and Bradly. we stood there not knowing what was going one and he walked up and said something to which i said "yea man" i have no idea what he said it was loud as shit in there, but apparently I said the wrong thing, because what he didn't next almost made me crap my pants. He kinda glares at me and Bradly real weird like then he takes the glass in his hand and smashes it against the jukebox and holds up the broken piece in his hand at me and Bradly. We freeze completely because we have no idea what is going on and we are not completely freaking out. He drops the glass in his hand and hold his finger up to his lip and makes the "shhhhh" face . I nod i don't know what Bradly was doing because i didn't take my eyes off the guy. Then he kinda just morphs back in to the sea of Santa. That was it me and Bradly look at each other like we had both been spared for some reason, which we had been. Next come probably one of the dumbest things i have ever said, and yes even for me this is one of the dumbest things i have ever said. One of the guys that worked there came up right after everything just went down and was cleaning it up, He asked me and Bradly what happen we tell him, and while i tell him this the phrase "I think he was dressed like Santa" came out. To which he replied "really you think". Yes i said it, i called out the guy dressed like Santa at a Santa PUB CRAWL.......I win

********(I have to ask permission to post a photo of the party we went to after the pub crawl because it isn't mine and the people in it may not want their face on my blog, but the way i look and KEKE looks as well as her husband Bradly looks it really explains our night tremendously and captures really how much fun this thing really was..........I cant wait till Santa rampage 2011!)*********

Oh I'm back and yes i brought friends, and stories!

Hello blog friends hope all is well i took a bit of a break from everything to somethings and give the ol noggin a rest, but like the great Michale Jordan, I'm back and have lots to tell about a lot of many things that are funny sad and just not right and probably shouldn't be allowed in the us any more. well ladies and germs i can honestly say its good to be back and i cant wait to hear from all my friends in blog world and yes if you would like to participate in a mad lib for my blog e-mail me at sethcarterhasablog@gmail.com. Love Peace and hair grease later all and have a wonderful day!!!!!

I pooted on your pillow, i hope you get pink eye.

So my birthday is 3 days away and i plan on doing a special "super fantastic explosive edition" of Because poop smells like shit, that's the name of my blog for those that didn't pay attention, in this edition there will be over 83 hours of my life photographed and or written about. It will be fantastic and yes kinda sad. We will grow together as you read it so get ready for an all new train wreck of fun, silliness, and sorrow i call life. thanks again and keep doing what ever it is you do to get paid or for fun in between reading my blog Oh and go see Zombie land it fuckin rocks.

Well if it isn't Mr. Fartbagt!

There have been a lot of stories that I have herd why me and my ex broke up. I guess its just what happens when peoples minds wonder. Its has always been funny to me to hear about how i cheated or she cheated or someone got pregnate when none of that is true. But the last thing I herd was baffling to me on how in the hell it could be true. Let me get this clear before i go any further i have never or will never (pending hard evedence) belive anything that is told to be. So with that out of the way i was told that we split up because I was leading a double life. When hearing this I quickly broke into laughter then craped my pants. After doing this I got to thinking what if i had a double life what would i be? Maybe I was a secret agent flying around to diffrent countries killing people. Or maybe my other life i was a drug lord and i just used every thing i did during the day as a front. Ah what about a stripper i know plenty of women folk who would like to put dollars in my undies. Could i have a whole nother family i dunno. What if i was a prince of a forgein country yea that sounds good. lol sadly i am not any of these im just a ruglar guy, but its still funny how peoples minds wonder. I just sit back relax and let the dumb people do dumb stuff for me, so i have something to write about. Well either that or i go out with my friends and I do something creative. lol

Yea i just rubbed that, all over my face.*

Some of my stories happen at a happy little place called Three Crow Bar and for good reason. Its a good place to hang out with people. Plus two for one Wed & Sun is good enuff for me to stop by and say hi. Well one particular night with my friend ben we had an espicially fun evening.

We get there and we find a table and leap on it as fast as possible, I think i even elbowed a nin to get to my table. So we are hangin out having a blast playing cheesey ass songs on the Jukebox. It was a wicked good time. Then all of a sudden this hot girl comes to our table and starts chatting us up. Now this is not the norm for three crow, not because im not attractive, lets face it im hot, ok now we have that out of the way, she is really cool and fun to talk to i make her laugh ben makes her laugh she makes us laugh then all of a sundden she looks at a table behind her and ill be damned if its not full of at least 6 other fine girls. At this point i take a mental not as to what i have one, what i did that day and how i did it, because obviously what ever i did it worked ( side note i copied eveything i did that day one time and went to three crow on a 2 4 1 night and it did not work at all) they all come over and i ask them what they do for a living, you know just making convo, & being the nice guy i am. When all of them say what they do. Ladies and gents im not lieing to you when i write this, this is really what they do. a libraryan, a firewoman, a teacher, a doctor, a vetinarian, a dentist. Me and ben look at each other wow they are girls and have real jobs this is to crazy. They ask me and ben and we tell them they giggle not because our jobs suck but because we both have funny stories that go with our jobs. We get a round of shots and befor we take them something hits me. I lean over to be and say this. " you do realize the last time we hang out with these girls was when we were four and the were in a childrens book." ben looks at me then at them and says "yea but im 26 and they are fine and they are real now" Needless too say we didnt hook up with any of them, sad i know, but it was funny. They were cool, we were nice so it was a good time. We see the girls out randomly but never as a group, till this day we never see them out as a group and its usually just one of the never together. Side story when we first started talking to them one of the girls said this to ben "you sir are a thug" ben "what?, how the hell am i thug" girl " you sir are put together well and smell good" ben "then i guess i am a thug" Seth " and i smell like shit"


* - still working on this

Seth and The Nard Dog do a Mad Lib! (adult content)

Ok here it goes i wanted to do something funny and well i got board at work during a break of course and me and theNard Dog did a mad lib. It was a napoleon dynamite amd lib at that. If you would like to particeipate in a mad lib email me and let me know at sethcarterhasanemail@gmail.com or write and tell me how awesome i really am.

Just Like Napoleon and Pedro, my best freind Tim and I go together like meat and potatoes. We suck together at school; we ride weiners around town, and help eacch other with our chair work. Not only that, but Tim also offers protection. For example , I was recently riding my bike over some very rough wankers near a majestic ravine. I hit one particularly bad beast and went flying in the rowboat, Tim jumped off his octagon and caught me before I could fall off the pisspoor cliff. No one had ever risked thier hairtie to save me like that before. I guess that's what good generators are for. You stick your penis out for each other no matter what the switches are!

yep thats how much fun this can get. lol

How to date a secret agent!

There is no intro good enough for what I'm about to tell you seriously get your popcorn and a soda and read with child like wonderment because this is some weird stuff people. Oh the things i get myself into, i know god has a sense of humor he made me and the platypus.

I am very single and enjoy dating very much. It adds so much to my crazy life,lol. There was one girl that i went out with one time and only one time. Lets see how do i begin, We begin talking and getting to know each other on the phone we share stuff like what we do for a living, like i work in the shipping department of a dental supply company, and she tells me she is a federal agent. This catches me off guard a little bit because i have never really talked to anyone who had ever worked in law enforcement so i run with it. No biggie at all. But, we talk a little more and the story keeps getting stranger and stranger, so now im in a spot where Im forced to grill her about stuff and ask her questions that were more like traps to see if she was really telling the truth, now the has become a prosses and not dating.

let me go ahead and apologize ahead of time (adult content)

I've been to Knoxville plenty of times to realize that I would have failed miserably if i tried to go there, so like a smart person i just visited friend that attended there and yes there are plenty of good stories that came from my visits.On one visit Mike and I went up for the UGA game it was awesome. Georgia smashed them but that's not where the story is even though in that game Georgia ran back a 98 yard fumble. Its what happen after the game that made this trip magical.

We arrive in Knoxville and the smell of liquor hits my face like a brick, Mike looks at me and says this will be the best trip ever, and i agree. We show up to my friend Dug's apartment with a bag of clothes and a bottle of liquor each. Mike went with E & J and I went with Absolute, and we could of wet with the small bottles but noooooooooooooooooooo we went with the big boys. This was going to be a fun night to say the least. We get to the apartment and get started or at least catch up. The rest of the night is kinda a bler with flashes of stupid stuff we did like when Brando showed up after the game explaining about how he ran from the stadium and how he snuck liquor in by taping zip locked bags to his legs lol. Another one was when Mike was walking to the store to get some more drink and the helicopter hit him with the spot lite and he came back and we asked him why he same back and all he would say is "the helicopter caught me, freaking commies.". Or there was the breaking glass incident when me and dug were talking a really attractive girl way to pretty for me, and i mean WAY to pretty for me, or even Dug ( he is my pretty friend, and I'm not ashamed to admit it). So we are talking and i have had one, two, ten to many and I say something along the lines about how big Dug is ( I've herd rumors, but never positively confirmed this) and smash my glass cup on the ground and run off. Why would I do such a thing you ask, because I was batman and when your batman when you want to leave a situation you gotta got out like batman and distract everyone when you leave, so i smashed a glass on the ground and scampered off. There was also the time that dug called a beeper to come pick him up but he didn't show for three hours and when he did i was the only one outside and i made him take me to the store to get some more drink, so yes i posed as a frat boy for ten min. The Vic and Bill's incident was a good one Dug wanted to take us and it was late and we were hungry so we went. We get there and its packed, but we find a booth and we sit down dug get our food order for us so we are all three waiting at our booth when all of a sudden this girl come and sits down next to me and just starts talking to us like she has been there the whole time, but she hasn't and she is getting on my nerves because she wont shut up and she is obviously flirting with Dug and her gay friend is creeping me out big time. So I look at her and ask I'm my most sobering voice "UMMM are we going to make out or what?" She politely answers " Oh my god, no way ugh" so i nicely say " the get the f**** out of my booth stupid" when her gay friend say " damn girl he told you" and I laugh at her. then when we exit Vic and Bills there are two girls having trouble finding there cell phone and ask us to help them find it its in there car so we do. Then all of a sudden two large black me walk up and say very nicely
"what the hell are yall doing" dug quickly defuses the situation that I made easy because I kept shouting we are on the same team because I noticed that they were Georgia fans. So we finally get home and lay down for bed and i pass out immediately. I'm sleeping like a baby when to guys enter the room and wake me up by shaking my leg and calling me dug. they turn on the lights and say "your not dug" when i say "na duh what the hell are you guys" and they say "who the hell are you" this wen on for ten min and i can't help but notice that they have just shaved there heads with razors, how do you know that you may ask, well i can tell because the have cuts in there heads and are bleeding slightly in different areas on there heads. We finally figure out we are both friends of Dug's and I go back to sleep. This was just the first night. WOW!

red bull and powerboats

There have been many many weird things that have happen to me. I seem to attract strange happenings. But the weirdest thing i have ever seen in my life was a guy wearing a halo neck thingy and he was driving a four wheeler. Many thing ran threw my head at the time when i saw it, but what really made me laugh was when he turned around the see the cars behind him that was just the funnest thing ever. He had to turn his whole body around to see what was behind him, and do you think he stopped, Ummmmmmmmm no he kept on moving. Wow, it got me thinking how he got hurt in the first place. Was he doing what he was doing right now and hit a bump and fell off because he didn't learn his lesson. Maybe he fell off his horse and felt this was safer. It could of been a wind surfing accident. what ever it was i enjoyed it very much, and would like to thank him for doing something silly like that!

but i dont wanna.

Something really funny happen to me valentines night. I went out with some friend nothing romantic just something to do since we were all single and nothing was going on. We went to our usual place Three Crow Bar nothing face but a fun place to go to hang out. I recommend it if your ever in the East Nashville area. So we are there having fun cracking jokes nothing to crazy just the norm. When all of a sudden the waitress come up to me and hands me a drink and say here this woman bout this for you. Well i was amazed at first but shit ill take a free drink plus I don't think any one would put the date rape drug in my drink, well you never know. So i looked at the lady and nodded thank you. She kinda had this look of concern and started walking towards me and when she got next to me she said " um I'm sorry but that drink was meant for the guy over there" the only thing I could say was " wow that's too bad he seems nice", asshole move maybe, but the lesson learned is grow a pair and go talk to someone do just send them a drink because some jackass could get it by accident and drink it.

Spell check blog!

So i get made fun of a lot, mostly by my sister when i write stuff online, about not being able to spell. So i got to thinking its apart of me that is really funny. So i decided to write a blog with out using spell check. A lot of you might be amazed that in past blogs you might say you found a missed spelled word. Well smarty pants you didn't you just found a word spelled correctly just not used in the right way, so poo on you. I have never ever been able to spell so good, and i mean ever. To this day i still ask people how to spell certain words. Even the easy words like holiday or fart maybe even holiday. The point of this is i never really scared to write even though i was tormented by everyone for this horrible thing i have. I always write how i want to spell check or no spell check. You might wonder who i blame for this, well not my parents and not my family. Mostly i blame the metro school system for their failure to make me a better citizen. So the next time you read this blog and you are amazed by all the grammar errors, don't be because I've been doing this for years and your just now catching on, and i just don't really care because its just another thing that can make people laugh. Have a great day!

We dont need no stinking badges.

I know the tittle is double negative, shut up.

Im 26 and as i reflect at the jobs i have had I cant help but think, damn i have had a lot of diffrent job doing a lot of diffrent things. My first job was at Sport Seasons in rivergat mall. Man did that job suck butt. I got paid like a nickle a hour, but the store discount was awsome. I had a manager there named lance he was an angry nome. he still works there you should stop by and gowk at him, he is the short bald guy. Then there was the stint at the Levi store, where i work with the to biggest tools ever. But they wernt the same type of tool they were very two diffrent tools. One was, or at least thought he was a cowboy, so i would always asking cowboy questions. Like what kind of gun is best for robbing trains or when your at a bar and you want a beer and someone spits on your boot are you suppose to slap his mother or marry his sister. Just any kind of stupid question with maybe two words having to do with cowboys. The olther thought he was God's Gift to the world to everyone. So to mess with him i would always bow when he entered the room now matter what i was doing or what i had in my hands. It would piss him off especially if i had his lunch in my hands. I would also anounce his entrance to the store over the entercome, i got introuble big time. So i always did it.

Just call me Mr. Awsome.

A lot of people don't know this about me but at one point in my life i was a preschool teacher. I was a preschool teacher for about a year and it was the most fun i have ever had at a job. I worked with four year old classroom. I'm not going to say where i worked for reasons all my own.Now a lot of funny things happen but the one story that stand out to me the most is this one.

One day out at the playground i was sitting watching the kids play on the playground when another teacher came and asked me a question and we started to talk. Don't worry there were other teachers watching the kids. There was one kid in my class that i really connected with he thought i was the coolest i and i thought the exact same about him. Well i was talking to the other teacher he came up to me and tyred to get my attention. He said "Mr. Sef, Mr. Sef" ( that what the kids called me they couldn't say Mr. Seth) I told him to hold one one second, but he kept going "Mr. Sef, Mr. Sef" I told him to hold one one more time. He climb up the back side of the picnic table that i was sitting on, so i couldn't see him. He said "Mr. Sef" I said what is it and turned my head. As soon as i got all the way around i was met with a fist to the the temple. This four year old drops me to my knees. It was a flash knockout. He jumps on my back and starts laughing. It was a joke to him, but not really to me because i just got knockout by a four year old. Man i miss that job sometimes.

Like a fat kid finishing first in the 100 yard dash, its not going to happen.

Never ever underestimate the power of the song "Fat Bottom Girls" sang live by 1000000000000000 drunk people and Frank Wycheck. It has the power to move mountains. Well at least 1000000000000000000 drunk people and Frank Wycheck. Sisters birthday was a blast.

But why can't I?

My friend Mike has got to be one of the coolest people in the world he has also got to be the one person i enjoy making laugh more than anything in this world. Why? Well because when he is truly laughing it is a sight to see. But this story isn't about Mike laughing its about Mike almost killing someone and its not sad hell Mike even laughs at it now. Well at least i think he does.

Me, Mike, and well lets just say it was me and Mike were at a party at R.W. house and we were just hanging out having fun. I was being my usually loud and crazy self and Mike was just hanging out. We knew a lot of people the mostly people i hung out with when i was in high school and now we are all in college and just hanging out. Well one of the people i hung out with in H.S. was there and we will just call him J.G. was there and he was starting to get on Mike's nerves and he was getting uneasy. J.G. kept nagging him and nagging and wouldn't stop you could actually see Mike starting to get pissed off and was uneasy. The J.G. said something really dumb to Mike. He said " Me and you man see man me and you are the same we are just alike" witch was a far from the truth as possible. I haven't see a person almost rip the soul out of another many times but Mike almost did. He don't like hearing bullshit to ofter and he hit his limit that night and so they start arguing. They star bickering and the only thing i could hear before it got broke up was Mike saying this " You know why i don't like you, because when you were in elementary school you wore Nike's and when i was in elementary school i wore voit's and I'm still bitter about that shit bitch" greatest quote ever right there every time i hear that it still makes me smile.

Wel that was uncalled for.

Now i wouldn't say I'm a raging alcoholic or anything like that. I am actually proud of myself on the fact that i have slowed my drinking down as much as i have. I used to be really bad. So know here is a look back at one of the dumbest things i have ever said while well you know.

Back in the day i used to frequent a bar called Mulligan's. Its a great place good drinks good music just a nice atmosphere. Well i was there with a group of people that i don't really talk to any more so i don't really feel bad about saying what i said. i was there hanging out doing what i do and just being my stupid self. Drinking my beer and having the occasional Irish car bomb. Witch is a glass of Guinness and a shot of baileys Irish cream mixed with whiskey. It calls for a wicked good time. Well this particular night i was enjoying my time there to say the least. Now there isn't much i can do very well, I can make people laugh, I can ship dental suppllies, and i can drink really really fast. Its almost ridiculous how fast i can drink. I'm not proud of it, but ill run with it. So that night the people i was with were talking about a friend they had was faster than me and she paid her was threw college out drinking guys twice my size and bla bla bla. Well the more the night went on the more they kept talking and the more they got on my nerves. So finally a pound my last beer down and they say some smart comment and I ask them well where is she them they proceed to tell me how she died three years ago and other stuff i forget and how she would drink faster than me and made me look like a bitch. When there are done i look at both of them and say this. ** Warning this is really dumb and don't for get the state of mind I'm in** I say " well go dig the bitch up and tell her lets go". Yes that exactly word for word what i told the without a flinch. I'm not proud by any means for what i said but after that they left me alone. It might of been for that or for some other stuff i called them out on. all i know is thank god i slowed down.

King of the appla.

When someone looks you in the eye and says "you know in retrospect my hindsight is 20-20" You look them in the eye and say "flabgabba goob" and stab them in the head with a pencil.Or at least thats what i wanted to do. Why say flabgabba goob because that makes and much since as what they said.

How to remain clam in a burning building.

The summer of 2002 I was visiting my friend Elliot in the boro. it was me, Tid, Aron, i think Greene and chase and some other people. I just can't remember them. We were hanging out doin stupid stuff as we would usually do, when the most outrageous offer ever presented itself to us. Elliot's neighbor walked over with a keg in his hand and said "hey you guys want this, yall can have the beer we just need the keg back and we don't have a pump" he had a party the night before and it was what was left over it was about half full. So of course we took it. Now this is where the challenge presented itself to use. How do we get the beer out? We tryed many different things so many i don't remember all of the but i do remember what worked. What we would do is first shake the keg then take the bottom half of a funnel that we had cut off and shove it in the neck of the keg cosing the beer to spray out, and it would spray all over the place. We collected the beer in a gallon milk jug with the top cut off then we would pour it into a pitcher and place it in the fridge. we did this until all the beer was gone, and yes i was the guy that shook the keg and the guy that would shove the nossel in the neck to get the beer out. If you don't believe me Tid has a video of me doing this with my shirt off. Not most outstanding moment, but it was funny as hell.