For those of us that walked or drank on water last week, this is how our bodies should’ve reacted.

Alright so I thought we were done with getting intoxicated and hauling ass through Sallys, keeping times on our phones stopwatch, but for some reason everyone came out to compete last night! Sallys staff, Fridays staff, MNW’s crew, and some randoms all participated. We pissed off a lot of folk. They were planting stools and napkins on the tile floor to try and sabotage our fun. They were probably upset because they were fat, old, and mildly retarded. Chelsea our server had an impressive run, nearly beating THE PHOENIX on her first pass. My first time was defeated by a Fridays Server that was really moving. I then traded my sandals to Joey Jive for his kicks, improving my time by almost 2 seconds, putting me back in first. I was then schooled by a guy that looked like he was a straight up runner. Had the kicks and everything…he came suited and booted. Kristen was pissed, the cops called, and I hope Chelsea still has a job. Mike, post the times! P.S. – I’m keeping my running shoes in the trunk and refuse to lose again…bitches.

“You… Can only talk like this..

Because everything… Must be said like the tomahawk chop” (sung to the tune of the Tomahawk Chop)

To some, the 4th of July is a day for national celebration. A time to pay respects for a country gone free.
But for MNW.com, it’s a day of absolute carnage. Mayhem. Total liver destruction, One Bad Mother, 3000 watt pontoons and more peeing in the water than should ever, ever be peed.
It started on the 3rd. A day of errands. Wal-Mart was interesting. We were called 6-year-olds by an old man, played bagpiped Amazing Grace and wheeled around a 5-foot ficus tree in a cart. Then it was off to the Forest Lake American Legion to see just how bad our old classmates had become. It was bad. Lots of facial hair and meth teeth.
The 4th began with a few quick beers before finding more beer and rentable power. We set sail around noon and all other activities were well-documented in the new picture folder located in the picture gallery full of picture folders. Then we had a pie fight,
One bad mother, indeed.

Since Tyler is a weak little bitch ass rhyme sayer and sniffs glue regularly, he’s challenged MNW’s very own Joe Beutel to a rap battle. It should be noted, for those playing the odds, that Ty Ty and JB duked it out briefly at a MNW gathering not long ago. The final score was roughly 13-0 in favor of the always sexy and talented and good looking Joe Beutel.

So while Tylie is watching 8 Mile over and over and over in preparation for the bout, Joe sits patiently, inflating the water wings of his soon-to-be drenched battle opponent.

Stuff works now.

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Yes, i know theres nothing in the links on top.

Joe, you know you would have…

The phoenix is a mythical sacred firebird in ancient Egyptian mythology, and in myths derived from it.

Said to live for 500 or 1461 years (depending on the source), the phoenix is a bird with beautiful gold and red plumage. At the end of its life-cycle the phoenix builds itself a nest of cinnamon twigs that it then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix arises. The new phoenix is destined to live, usually, as long as the old one. In some cases of mythology, however, this is not true.The new phoenix embalms the ashes of the old phoenix in an egg made of myrrh and deposits it in the Egyptian city of Heliopolis (“the city of the sun” in Greek). The bird was also said to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe, thus being almost immortal and invincible — a symbol of fire and divinity. Tears from a phoenix can heal wounds.

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