Secret Special Guest @ the Farr Shop

come west young man! For shenanigans' sake!
 
next time you guys have one of these freaky weekends in Dan's basement I'm gonna track you down and crash your party

I'll play the background music (bow chikka bownow)
 
Don't get all gritty on me, Wheeler...

Derrick, you've been distant for too long - we should plan something before life continues to pass us by!
 
I have it on good authority he has been meditating on the proper heat treat of Lobsters..

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After discussing this further with my com padres, I've decided to add a tidbit to this thread, to prove that Mr. Foster is no one to trifle with when plotting shenanigans...

Months after the Burt Foster Mask Incident at Ashokan, and shortly after this thread occurred, I was speaking with Burt on the phone. I'd just attended the Troy, Ohio ABS show, and I was informing him of the positively disgusting meal I had at an establishment called Steak n Shake. Now, I don't mean to come off sounding like an aristocrat, but you have to understand just how bad the food (and the entire experience!) was. People that know me will back me up on this, I'm sure... I eat. I mean, I can really eat. I can eat stuff that make goats wretch and vomit.

I couldn't eat this stuff.

This stuff makes McDonald's downright appealing, even four star! Anyway, we regaled one another with bad food experiences for a bit, and I'm sure moved on to plotting further shenanigans, and the world turns...

That same year, I opted not to attend Blade, as it was awful close to my birthday, and frankly there's way too many goddamn people there for me to be comfortable. AND, I had to work. Sucks.

Anyway, as I'm leaving work, my bride calls and tells me I need to get the mail from the mailbox. I notice that there's a package in there for me, and it's from Burt! In fact, it's got a message on the front that says "From all your friends in Atlanta - with love!" written on it. Now you have to remember, it's my birthday. My mind starts racing with the possibilities.

Did Jill order me a knife for my birthday? Something else? What could it be?

In my haste and excitement, I miss the obvious signs that the package contains something else -

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Turns out Burt left Blade Show, then drove around to find a Steak n Shake, put the exact same garbage told him I had ordered into a bulk rate mailer, and shipped it off to my sorry ass! The entire package was soaked through with the grease from this vile slop.

That's when I knew I was in the presence of a genius shenaniganer.

You're a good man, and a good sport, Burt - but I just needed to prove to everyone that you can give as good as you get!
 
Hey man, you gonna eat that?... cuz if you're finished, send it on down the line... pm sent.



Rick
 
That's hilarious. Kind of horrible and cruel for you but for me it's pure comedy :D

Sounds like you need another serving of Wulf's workshop filet mignon ;)
 
Sounds like you need another serving of Wulf's workshop filet mignon ;)

NOW you're just being cruel!

Best hammer-in I've ever attended, bro - there isn't even a close second. I'd be there in a moment's notice. Heck, I'd even clean the dead mice out of the shop again!
 
Hell, that fillet up at Wulf's was still one of the best fillets i've ever had! I've never had the displeasure of steak and shake, but I think after your story... and seeing the condition the fries arrived in... that I'll skip =)
 
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