Pizza Debacle of 2006

Where to start on the tale of this enthralling journey through the heart of middle America, where JBJ is just now hitting the airwaves. The start in Chicago was not one for story books, we were stuck in traffic with rain looking to stop our White Sox adventure. The game got canceled and we decided to drink out of pure despair. So, we go to find some deep dish pizza and find the establishment referenced in the epic first post of this blog. After that we grab booze and head back to the hotel for some beer pong and exam writing. (Side Note: Never thought of this before, but if we did go to that Chi Sox game, when was Tim going to write his paper?) Matsui breaks a wrist, I pass out, some phone down the pants action occurs, I wake up and scream belligerently about Pizza and we take a group shot and then head out for pizza. On the walk there a Chicago Bulls umbrella (Thanks Rihanna, I can now spell umbrella) is found and "Remember the Bulls" is shouted to every passing pedestrian. The pizza is INCREDIBLE. The next day, we drive to St. Louis in 2.5 hours, normally a 6 hour drive (Thanks JD) and on the way, left over pizza is consumed. In all fairness, everyone did have their one slice, but the guardian of the pizza, Mr. Ryan "Tin Man" McGuire, decided that he would say the pizza was all gone upon any further requests into it's delicious status. Well, such a request was made and Ryan stated that it was all gone. Now, a quick mathematical equation would have solved this dilemma, but all computational skills were on hold for the day due to the previous night's activities. The pizza was discovered 2 days later abused and not fit for human consumption. Mr. McGuire will go down in history as the notorious pizza thief and will never be trusted with food again. Songs and stories have been written about this fateful event.

Well, you went midwest ridin' in the backseat
with your alcohol soaked clothes
You had the pizza box in your hand
and the wizard of oz in front of your nose
Ooh, and when you wake up in the mornin'
With your clothes set on fire
and your eyes too bruised to see
Go on and cry in your Old Style
But don't come Bitchin to me

Because you had to be a Pizza Thief, Didn't cha
The words "All Gone" came out of your mouth
You had to be a Pizza Thief, Didn't cha
All your friends wanted you knocked out
You had to have the last slice, last year
You know what everything's about
You had to waste the pizza, found while chugging beer
You had to be a pizza thief last year

Place to leave pics and memories for years to come...

Hey guys, I figured this would be sweet to have a place to leave memories and pictures. I know we will be doing this for some time, so this can help add to the fun. I'll start us off with the memory of George.

The story of George starts out with a journey to find an authentic Chicago Deep Dish pizza. We stop by a shady looking bar and ask if their pizza is deep dish. George, the owner/manager/pimp(confirmed later in the story) tells us the pizza is not deep dish but it is good. We confer and are about to leave when George offers to buy us a shot... that is where our journey for the deep dish ends (for now). Thinking back on it, we are some sketchy individuals to give up on looking for a local specialty for a shot that could be had anywhere in the US. That is what makes us great. So, we eat a ton of food and George gives us about 3 shots each. As we are about to leave, we take some pictures with George and his waitresses (aka his hoes). The story does not end there however, later that night we go out and get trashed after hours of beer pong, matsui's broken wrist, and naps that conclude with the napper yelling at everyone from a dead sleep that he wants pizza. We finally get the deep dish. On the way home we decide to stop by and see George. We enter the bar and all yell "George", he tells the bar tender to give us a shot. We order a yager bomb each and 9 beers ( roughly 2 beers a person) and the bill came to a whooping $18. I love George!