Since now I am only responding to the men…lets make it clear, during our Beer Pong game I did not step outside for a piss. After dominating the Beer Pong, I then proceeded to honk behind cars moving to slow in the fast lane on the way to Vegas.  In other words, I didn’t even get drunk, because I kept winning in Beer Pong…

I will bow down in the traps department.  Only Arnold and Lou the hulk have bigger traps and man tits than The Big Germ.

Pound for pound I am the champ.  lefty 280lbs, B. Saléz 290lbs, Godfather 185lbs., The Big Germ. 190 lbs., and yet my skinny sexy self of 170 has out drunk them all.  Lefty was sent in to a short drinking retirement on my last trip.  The Godfather and B. Saléz went to sleep in Chile, and The Big Germ disappeared for two hours in the smallest club in Zoetermeer, where people go to die.

Stompy is next on my list, and Jigga J. will soon follow, next time I see him.

The two things I am more confident in the world in, drinking, pound for pound, and ping pong, or for The Big Germ. Table tennis.

Not sure why I am proud of my Irish, English, and Scottish drinking genes, but I am.

- Il Brigante out!

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