Fool Josh twice, shame on Rood

After Bone's epic post, I remembered that Josh falls for the old shaving cream on the hand trick every time! In the classic photos below, Ryan Reed (aka Rood, Rooder, his Roodness, or El Rooderino, if you're not into the whole brevity thing) and I demonstrate the easiest way to execute this classic prank - do it to Josh!

For those of you who don't know Rood, he was best buddies with Josh at Centennial High School in Peoria, Ariz. He attended Glendale Community College for two years while the rest of us were having the time of our lives in Irish, although he did stop by once or twice. He went on to live with me, josh and Derek in a house where, if you're worth a damn, you've been to a few solid parties. He was nicknamed Rood for his complete lack of table manners.

But enough of that, here's what you've been waiting for:


Rood makes an amazing but not-altogether-surprising discovery. Josh has passed out while sitting up again!


You'll see I'm using Edge moisturizing shave gel. Only the best for Josh.



A piece of straw from a sombrero makes an excellent nose-tickling device. You should be taking notes.



Creams himself with both hands! Textbook perfect!

Pumpkin Head Man

Who could ever forget the great lynching of the evil pumpkin man? The struggle, the kidnapping, searching the internet to find out how to tie a proper noose. McGonigle on the roof. The guy trying to clean the Irish B Rox thinking it was spraypaint and his delight when he realized it was delicious hot sauce. Let's not forget the strategically placed stolen umbrella or the fact that the police were called.

JOSH GETS PUNKED PART II

JOSH AFTER!

JOSH GETS PUNKED PART I

JOSH BEFORE!

Dinners....and?

With the loss of the Tim, Josh, and Derek party house Irish C lost its gathering spot. True, that may still exist with the house on 17th place, but where is the love? Meaning this, when we do gather, we go to dinner, maybe get a drink....is that all people do in their 20s? I've found the last few times silence comes easily because there is less to talk about, less we actually do together. Where are the speed bumps to be stolen, paper towels to be smoked, trips to be taken? Our group activities have greatly decreased since college, even since Freshman year. Its kind of sad really, but the point is we should have a great Halloween party to get everyone riled up about...or not...anyone have any suggestions? This Sunday Vince Vaughn is hosting a Wild West Comic Show, I kid you not, so thought I'd let you guys know that was in town, weird combo, but should be funny.

Community standards

Freshman year, in the carefree days when men were boys and the quality of life in Irish C was maintained by a very active Acquisitions Committee, RA Katie Krenitz asked us to come up with a set of community standards.

We came to a consensus on one standard: Don't be a dick.

There were times when we broke that rule. I think it's pretty safe to say we all did it. I, for example, had a night where I either spit or puked on every single person in the hall. But, for the most part, we did what we could to make amends. And most of us remembered the rule.

At past sporting events, Lewis established himself to be the "topical heclker," once telling a hockey goalie he was as mobile as Terry Schiavo. Distasteful as it may sound, I'll admit it was funny.

Now, Lewis has chosen to equate the Washington Huskies' 56-17 loss to Cal on Saturday to a heartbreaking Getty Images photo of a Hurricane Katrina victim.

I'm not in the business of censorship. You can post whatever you want in this blog. You can be as nice, as mean, as s sincere or as ridiculous as you want. You can try as hard as you want to be funny or shocking or whatever the hell Lewis was going for.

When we lived in Irish, we didn't follow the rules much (except, of course, the "no alchol" rule), and it would violate the spirit of Irish to start imposing rules for this blog.

I only ask that when we're posting, we try to follow the standard we agreed on back in the day.

Don't be a dick.

The Odyssey and the Ecstasy

I feel like I should post something.
Here's what's been up-

1. I was in the hospital for a week in august with a virus, most likely west nile.
2. My long hair is, at long last, gone.
3. I've been e-mailing Dean Steitz back and forth a lot lately and will post his tales shortly.

I've addressed this stuff in my blog, so rather than re-typing it all here, you can read more details at incredibleeagle.com. And, I've been getting good feedback on this awesome before-and-after montage, so here you go...

Sadly, this has just turned into a shameless, narcissistic plug.