The Chronicles of Gene

WARNING: Post may contain traces of nuts!

Sometimes a guy just has to bust out and get silly and toss a few brews back and let it all hang out. Well the evening didn't start like that, I was driving my boys and girl from a dinner party to a house party. All of them had a good glow going, hell Ryan and Sean were more then glowing.

Show up at the house party and everyone is in the living room playing some drinking games to get to know each other and loosen up a bit. I grab one of my beers and get into playing games and bustin a few jokes here and there. Then I heard the words which always, I repeat always, end with a Gener story. What words are these you ask, well they are "Man we got to get him drunk cause he's way funnier!".

By beer two I wasn't feeling the beers and I was feeling like getting my drink on, so out came the Rye. Me + Rye = silly shit happening.

So all the drinking games have ended and by now I'm well into my old fun self, it was nice to know he still existed, and at some point the conversation turns to topics such as the brain, bat wing and the infamous goat. If these terms escape meaning for you, then for the love of god rent Waiting with Ryan Reynolds.

It's at this point Johnny goes "hehehehe I dare you to give the people on the deck the brain". Who am I to back away from a dare involving innocent people and my balls? Someone hits the lights on the deck, I'm behind the curtain preparing and then BAM! I jump out from behind the curtain and expose them to the brain. The best part of it was the look on their face, first the look of curiosity of why the lights are on and some guy waving and smiling at them through the glass... then wait for it.... wait for it.... the look of "Ahhh fuck I'm looking at balls!". Everyone in on the idea are laughing so hard they are on the floor, which is only appropriate. I put the twins back in the hangar and go out kick the two guys in the ass and call them gay, once again rent the movie.

The night continues on, I think at some point I gave my girlfriend the brain and I remember restraining myself from going out of the bathroom giving the whole house the goat, even though it would've been legendary.

Well any night with a bunch of drunk white guys isn't complete until someones balls are on a passed out friend's face. Well just so happens I'm white, I was drunk and Ryan was passed out... uh oh ;). Apparently the idea was a group decision and for good measure we found a video camera.

So there I am, lining up the chin, getting a good drop position, then I change up my tactics. I put a leg up on the couch and get a swing at it. BAM! Mr. Jones to the face, but the best part is I yell "BANGARANG!" just as the ultimate pimp slap is laid down. As it makes contact, this is all from the video, I jump back and slide across the wood floor yelling BANGARANG! again while putting my junk away as gracefully as possible.

In the morning we all view the video, including the slappee, laugh until we cry. Of course I got hit but I deserved it and I imagine at some point pay back will be a bitch. In the end a story was achieved and that's all that matters, because as I always say "anything for a story".