Noch Ein Bier...

Slant and I went down to Baltimore to meet up with Mung this past weekend. Not only did PSU whip up on the non-Fightin’ Illini, we also got to hang out with a friend we don’t see very often anymore – I shall call him Rick. I had met Rick early on during my freshman year – he lived on the same floor as me, and he was as sarcastic (or more) as I was.

Rick had the “distinction” of being Bullwinkle’s roommate. Bullwinkle was an “eclectic” character in that he chose not to cut his hair for an entire semester, AND used his only set of bed-sheets for a toga-kegger. There are more Bullwinkle stories that one can shake a stick at, and hopefully I will be expanding on a few of them in the near future. Although we only had the “pleasure” of knowing Bullwinkle for one semester (he either transferred, dropped out, or kidnapped himself), the stories will last a lifetime. Rick said that he continually runs into Bullwinkle to this day – as at one time, Rick worked at a comic book store, one in which Bullwinkle ironically frequented. Rick has seen him a few other times recently, but the meetings were apparently awkward and didn’t produce any side-splittingly funny stories.

Rick was famous for his many antics – such as putting mouthwash in people’s shampoo at parties, putting garlic salt in people’s toothpaste, ripping a sink out of the wall at a stranger’s party in college, spraying a fire extinguisher at a party, and many more party-related things. Even though this seemed like something an annoying person would do, Rick did it with a certain “grace and charm” that would prevent you from feeling any hatred towards him.

Rick never made it through PSU, but has worked very hard in recent years in getting his degree. He lives in a church now, and is currently a janitor there (this gives him free room and board, I think), but he is far too smart and witty to end up in a place like this. Hopefully, he will succeed.

Lunch and Dinner for Under a Buck????

During our junior year of college at Penn State, Uni Mart (similar to Wawa and 7-Eleven, but not nearly as "classy"), came up with a great idea. Every Tuesday was 19 cent hot-dog day. This was music to the ears of me and Mung. We would stroll down for lunch and dinner with a dollar bill each, and come back with hot dogs that were smothered in onions, meat sauce, mustard, and relish ... oh the tasty delight .... and yes, of course we would suffer from major gas and stomach pains, but it was all worth it - how could one go wrong with 19 cent hot dogs.

We also made out like bandits at the Cafe on Monday nights - 5 cent wing nights during football season. Yes, it was a bit of a walk from our Cedarbrook dwelling, but we were usually willing (the Loop bus could get us there, if we were really lazy and tired) to make the trek in order to annihilate those scrumptious little fat slathered wings. Also, Yuenglings were a dollar a bottle, so we could get drunk and stuffed at a very low price.

Mung and I lived for these moments.