<FogHornLegHorn> oh, to have the buffer from the "bottle" story

<GuitarMan> whats that?

<FogHornLegHorn> indeed, save

<&rec.audio.car> BUFFER FROM THE BOTTLE STORYWOULD FUCKING ROCS

<GuitarMan> wonders what the fucking bottle story is

<&rec.audio.car> the reason why we call john BottleFucker...

<&rec.audio.car> it transcends anything we could have ever made up to say about him...

<FogHornLegHorn> indeed

<FogHornLegHorn> transcends

<GuitarMan> rj john?

<&rec.audio.car> yes

<&rec.audio.car> BottleFuckerJohn

<GuitarMan> i can only imagine that storry

<&rec.audio.car> BottleRocketJohn

<&rec.audio.car> trust me

<&rec.audio.car> you don't really want to imagine the story

<FogHornLegHorn> John....... was just a lowly frat pledge

<FogHornLegHorn> one night will at the frat house RJ, proceeded to drink past his pansy limit

<FogHornLegHorn> After consuming many a tasty beverage, John lost his pansy ways and tried to shack up with this seniors girlfriend

<GuitarMan> uh oh

<FogHornLegHorn> needless to say, our fearless friend was caught making his very uncharacteristic, and very UN pansy move.

<FogHornLegHorn> being the lowly pledge that he was didn't make matters any better either

<FogHornLegHorn> John, not being a large man in any way, shape, or form..... was easy prey for the older, stronger, and more powerful seniors of his fraternity.

<FogHornLegHorn> His other pledge brothers watched in horror as the older gentlemen pulled him from the room

<FogHornLegHorn> Did I mention that he was wasted?, anyway

<GuitarMan> yes

<FogHornLegHorn> they dragged John's poor drunk, wet, and helpless body into another room and slammed the door shut, lock!!

<FogHornLegHorn> Then the evil "actives" proceeded to undress our poor friend, presumably for a cold shower

<FogHornLegHorn> little do RocketJohn know, that he was about to be subjected to perhaps the greatest pain (or pleasure, I still can't tell if he enjoyed it or not) a "straight" man could endure

<FogHornLegHorn> little did, even

<FogHornLegHorn> after our fine pansified friend was stripped of most of his clothing, the "actives" intruduced RJ to a new friend

<FogHornLegHorn> the 16 oz Bud LIght BOTTLE

<&rec.audio.car> i'd make it a quart

<&rec.audio.car> if i was telling the story

<FogHornLegHorn> This was his first time....... no telling what he's using now

<&rec.audio.car> them big ol water cooler bottles

<&rec.audio.car> old english 800 64 oz'ers

**** Installer enters the chat ****

<FogHornLegHorn> with no vasaline, no KY jelly, and most certainly no AstroGlide2000, the "active" slowly but surely shoved the 16oz BudLight into RJ......... where this shoving took place is for one's imagination, I just ain't got the heart to tell ya where, call me anal retentive.........

<&rec.audio.car> ed

<Installer> howdy doooody

<FogHornLegHorn> ed

<FogHornLegHorn> hey ed, why don't you go Bridge something

<Installer> bridge?

<&rec.audio.car> we'll burn that BRIDGE when we come to it

<Installer> i havent read RAC yet today,

<Installer> judging by my email

<Installer> RAC is hoping!

<Installer> hopping!

<Installer> even SANCHO knows how bridging works now, and can give EASY to follow explanations

<FogHornLegHorn> John, with fear (and some sort of sick happyness) in his eyes, took every inch like a real man(well, ya know what I mean)

<&rec.audio.car> ed wants to bang dan chan

<FogHornLegHorn> needless to say. he is still haunted by this evening, yet is curiosly drawn towards a nice bottle of Dom every know and then

<&rec.audio.car> chiccin put in some work

<FogHornLegHorn> I did?

<FogHornLegHorn> damn! where'd Gee tar Man go, I was telling him the story of John and his bottles

<FogHornLegHorn> sometimes wish my load would magically split and such

<FogHornLegHorn>

<FogHornLegHorn> FHLH......... Money Shots ROCS