A Salute To The Goof Troop

I talk about the Goof Troop a lot, but really not a lot of people have any idea of what the hell I'm talking about, so I figured a good post would be a quick introduction of the Goof Troop.

Naps

Status: Founding Member

Most Memorable Stories: Passing out next to a fire hydrant in the middle of G-town, waking up in the dead of night marching nude on the bed while chanting "I have to pee!", getting drunk and slapping asses that walk by and just being generally handsy (I'm sorry, damn that booze).

L Boogie

Status: Active Member

Memorable Stories: The Sideshow Bathroom Fish story (not for the faint of heart), yelling "Vodka, I love vodka!" through the entire bar, and showing her boobs to a few trusted people in The Sideshow bathroom.

Dinker

Status: Active Member

Memorable Stories: Puking in the middle of Wyatt's on their grand opening weekend, but hey at least he hit the trash can, slipping on puke and almost ending up on his back in the middle of it in The Holiday's men's room, and finally making a promise to God that he will never drink Tequila again, and so far he hasn't.

Satan a.k.a "Lucy" (short for Lucifer)

Status: Founding Member

Memorable Stories: Once drank a gallon of Seagram's EXTRA Dry Gin with me, she drank gin & tonic, I drank gin & juice. Once threw her lit cigar at me while arguing, and hell just being with the Captain for so long is crazy enough.

Captain Insano

Status: Founding Member

Memorable Stories: Drinking 3 shots of Creme De Menthe in the "Scrabble Game", being related to the Heinous Braintrust, bush/dumpster jumping, staring mouth wide open at the "stirring the mashed potatoes" guy outside Lookers in Syracuse.

Twin

Status: Founding Member

Memorable Stories: The Sideshow Bathroom Fish story, giving us the use of so many great nicknames for guys, i.e. Officer Small Penis, Taco Stupid, Motorboat, etc. Packing up her apartment to move and labeling a box "Anthony's Box - o - Porn", then ordering the Cpt. and I a pizza and beer while we thumbed through numerous copies, and finally scolding Butters and I into putting our stolen street sign back.

Butters

Status: Founding Member

Memorable Stories: Drinking the bottom half of a coffee mug filled with salt potato butter, then leaving the bar sick. (But hey it got him his nickname). Having so much porn that it requires its own box, then once that box is found trying to lie and say that all of the "Pink & Plump" mags were stuck in the middle of a 3 -pack, yelling "ARRRRRRRRRR" like he was a pirate and then jumping on Twin in an amorous advance without knowing his mother was standing behind him laughing hysterically.

Stickbug

Status: Junior Member (but she's getting there)

Memorable Stories: Pissing me off in Beer Pong the first night I met her, pulling Captain Insano down by his flowing mane of pony tail at the roller skating party, having an in depth discussion about how "Sex is just sex" at the bar, and letting me get away with being handsy. (The handsy thing really applies to all the ladies of this group, lol)

Now there are a ton of great stories other than the ones that I have posted here, but these are just the first ones that popped into my head. I love you guys!!

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All bottled up !!

So finally I bit the bullet and bottled up my hot pepper beer. I had been putting it off for longer than I wanted to, just because it has been so damn hot as of late. Plus working with hot water for sanitizing when its already over 90 outside is just not pleasant. But luckily for me a nice set of thunderstorms swept through this afternoon and cooled everything off, so I took advantage of the slightly cooler weather and got cracking.

I pulled out the carboy and placed it on counter to transfer it to the bottling bucket, and this is what the bad boy looked like:

Just look how thick that sediment layer is, and I still have peppers floating awesome. So I transferred the beer to the bottling bucket and started bottling it. Once I had it in the bottles, it was time to add the final touch.

  Yep, the finishing touch is a big ol' kiss from Don Enrique. I took one of those lovely red ladies and dropped it into each bottle before capping it. So now the beer can age and soak up more heat from Don Enrique's little friends.

Now with my clutch of beautiful brown 22.5 fluid ounce bottles filled and capped, I can relax for a week or tow before its ready to taste. So lets wait together, who knows I may have my beer tasting party yet.