Home. Home. On the beefs range.

So as we awoke Saturday morning.... exhausted and malnourished from raging our shorts off Wed/Thurs/Fri we decided a hike was in order to give our bodies a rest from the drugs and alcohol we had ingested. Rather than partaking in the endless amounts of blow that was consumed by our fellow brothers through fraternity and partake in Seabiscuits house warming shindig we headed out of the hIV in search of the alpha dog grave that the beef claimed he knew the location of. As mitro drove the infamous S4 up windy and unforgiving roads up highway 154, an eerie palpitation was sensed throughout the fine German automobile that was being driven at excessive and unsafe speeds. Once we reached Lizards Mouth and the acclaimed location of the alpha dog boy we also noticed a PUBLIC shooting range in the vicinity. Todd was so excited and gitty that he began uttering fluent Italian and put his fist through all the windows in my car shattering the glass and screaming in a high pitch tone that was not taken lightly by Duncs. Soooooooooo. We jumped out of the car and began what became an epic day at the range. Beef was in his ELEMENT!!!!!!!