Updates from first semester

First semester was a little mellower for the Flanman because he was working hard to finish his thesis. Sure he still drank a lot, but almost inavariably, he would pass out due to lack of sleep before anything hilarious could happen. The week in which he finished his thesis he finally us gave the entertainment we'd been craving. Immediately after turning it in he began to pound beers...by himself. After dinner we went to play some foosball in the circus, and he was already quite inebriated. After a few rounds of foos in which he played terribly, the rest of us left him to go do work, and a rather wasted flanders was left by himself in the circus. He stumbled into the room next door where rodeo was working on a play. After berating her with his high opinion of theater, he decided to try to read some of the play's line in character. The passage he read was supposed to be read tonelessly but in his stupor flanders misinterpreted it as toothlessly. His subsequent reading of an entire passage of the play toothlessly was, as I've been made to understand, one of the funniest things he's ever done, which is high praise for flanders.
The following weekend, the team had a party to celebrate the end of the semester and season. And what would a team party without plenty of o-whip to go around, three jugs worth actually. After passed around nearly a jug and a half worth of whip, flanders tricked a kid into playing rock-paper-scissors drink. Though he lost he told the kid to drink anyways, and the kid agreed saying alright, i'll take a swig if you finish the rest of the jug afterwards. Always up for a challenge Flanders agreed.
He went into the driveway to finish about a quart of whip by himself. Though most of us though he would die, some of the players who were also paramedics told us theyd take care of him. He did finish, though he projectile vomited halfway through before continuing. What ensued, was some of the drunkest mayhem in which the kid has ever partaken, complete with the general plethora of swears that accompanies any flanders drinking binge. When someone commented that flanders resembles jesus with his beard, he ripped his shirt off and started swinging it over his head screaming, "I'm Jesus F_cking Christ. Worship me." this proceeded for about five minutes before we could calm him down. Afterwards he proceeded to attempt to play flipcup. after spilling nearly a half dozen beers, hugging everyone in the room, screaming another handful of swears (He called one girl a string of swears a dozen words long that contained six f_cks), flanders finally passed out in a heap where he proceed to be drawn on. What a way for the kid to end his semester. But now that his work is diminished the next semester is even more entertaining.
stay tuned for Newmans Day
EFFFman