so back in the day, i used to read some kung-fu magazines. i was a green belt in the country club’s taek-won-do club, at 12 we were badass. anyways, in the back of the king-fu magazines, they used to advertise these little gadgets that were supposedly used for improving your finger strength by exercising them in ways traditional methods couldn’t match for that supposed ‘kung fu grip’. I never got one of those doo-hickey’s, instead I had to rely on a plastic&metal combination wrist grip thing that I used religiously from when I was 12 to 15. [Which totally affected my awesome Nintendo skillz, but that is unrelated to the topic.]
Fast forward to 1999. There is a bus, and one of my older brothers is leaving to join the Navy after graduating college. This is the start of the clothes ripping when every guy on the double decker bus is shirtless and covered in beer.
Fast forward again to 2002. A friend of a friend’s 27th birthday, got a bus to Santa Monica from the South Bay. My brother, the same one who went into the Navy, is visiting and there is a keg on this bus, but it is not an open aired double decker bus. Too bad, the shirts rip and beer is everywhere again. It looked like it was raining outside, except there was no rain; it was beer on the inside. When A was cleaning up the beer when we got back with Turtle’s nice unripped shirt (which he voluntarily took off and threw on the groud) he was plenty pissed. That’s all I rememeber about that.
Needless to say, these events (along with others that I either can’t remember or just forget) have founded the basis of an uncurable need to throw water or dump beer on people and/or rip thier shirts off with the kung-fu grip developed as a child. That is why, elar and little jeffrey, the pants came off outside shellback’s. And also, jfulk why the shirt came off and the tie got thrown on the roof.
It is the traditions that makes events like these worthwhile and exciting (and talked about). Hopefully, as we get older we will calm down…