Hey all... Look, I wanna break something to the crew. For me, and a lot of people on this board, this upcoming one will be the last summer vacation we ever have. I will be attending Penn State next summer to make up an extra semester, and after that I have to get a good job to help pay my financial aid. I was talking about this with Stone the other night and we came up with a conclusion.

What I propose is that we propose one group activity that we've always wanted to do, and garaunteed this summer we will do it. For instance... I would like to go camping, or maybe a group trip to the medieval fair. What would you guys like to do. Maybe you'd like to have a big old picnic, or maybe go out on one of those huge bluefishing boats in Mystic. Maybe you'd like to have a big old softball game? Who knows. But what I do know is that this summer is my last. I want to make it count for something. I want to have stories to tell my grandkids... don't you?

Till All Are One

LioConvoy out...

Boy, I go away.. and wham, the only posts are auto posts.

Wilson and I are still in Europe. I am not going to post much because I'd rather wait till I get back and have nothing better to do. It is almost 10pm here.. so thats why you're seeing a post from me so early in the day. Anyway, here is how the trip went so far:

• Monday the 8th - Depart New York
• Tuesday the 9th - Arrive in Brussels at 8am local time. I have not slept in days now. Upon arrival, we tried to stay awake. Got a sandwich on some awesome fresh bread from a sandwich place. Spent more time as a zombie, and then took a nap. In the evening, we went out.. looked around, had dinner, etc.
• Wednesday the 10th - More looking around Antwerpen.. slept in. Also worked.
• Thursday the 11th - Yet more looking around in Antwerpen as well as more work.
• Friday the 12th - Sleep in later than expected, do some work in teh morning. Depart on the 2pm train to Amsterdam. Drop our stuff off at the hotel, and next thing you know we're in a coffee shop. Wander around Amsterdam
• Saturday the 13th - We bought some groceries. Half litre cans of beer and snacks. Stocked up on fresh pastries too. Spent the evening wandering the red light district staring.
• Sunday the 14th - Slept in.. woke up for a bit, then went to bed at like 6pm.
• Monday the 15th - Wake up early, check out of the hotel, take the 11:25am train back to Belgium. Go shopping in the afternoon.. I won't ruin the surprise and say what we bought... let's just say its fucking awesome.. hopefully customs will let us take it back to the USA. Did some work in teh evening
• Tuesday the 16th - I slept late. Did some work, then we almost got arrested for jaywalking in a country where it is perfectly legal to drive around drinking good strong beer. Went back into the city centre, looked around.. had some coffee and croissant, and Wilson had a waffle.

Provided we wake up early enough, we're going to Paris for the day tomorrow. Then unfortunately we're back in New York on Friday.

_"Oh no, I got stoned and ate all of the Lion bars" - Overheard 2001

Alas... the break is over... good times, bad times... but all in all, I'm glad I went back. It was fun for the most part it was fun. The dinner we all had was fun, I got to play many role playing games and life was good. I spent the first part of the break living the life of a junior Keith Richards, smoking much chiba and boozing it up like no one's business. One night I decided to kill a bottle of wine just cause it was there. It was all this insane revelry that led to a seizure. Not necessarily bad... but a sign that I should fucking slow down. And of course who can forget the Egg Nog Challenge... Where I showed that pussy Caniprokis what was up. What a vagina. Anyhoo I was the champion, and it was a good way to end my vacation. I had a great time and I want you all to know that I love and miss all of you.

Till All Are One

LioConvoy Out...

in florida takin a break from the heat with pappy and caniprokis.....

don't u all wish u were here and peps nothin crazy ha ha ha just kiddin

HEY HEY FOLKS!!!

First off let's stop the playa hatin'...

Second off... I have more details on the Megakegger. It appears it will be a small occasion with tops 20 people over. The beer on tap will be Rolling Rock, anything else is byob. Keys will be taken at the door. If you're sober at the end of the night you can have them back, otherwise you can crash in the filth hole or find a ride home (should you want to bring a designated driver you may). We have bedding here, but if you don't trust my bedding you're welcome to bring your own. We're gonna have about four pizzas to eat. The date again is Friday the 29th, this upcoming friday. The festivities should start around 6, and will go on well into the next morning. Hope to see you all there. oh yeah, Gatekeeper, should you get done over at your sisters, you're welcome to drop by things should be kickin' till at least 4 am.

Hey folks, this is LioConvoy longtime reader, seldom times poster. Now, I realize the majority of people reading this don't know me or many of Pappy's Connecticut friends. For those that this applies to feel free to disregard this rant, it will make no sense to you. I was recently taking stock of how shitty my life is at school right now, however this time is different. In years past when this would happen I could always console myself by the fact that all my friends would be back at home when I got there. This is no longer the case. The denizens of the Filth Hole have split, and that isn't good.

I established the Filth Hole (Our basement hangout spot in Connecticut) in the fall of 1997. It was a dismal time for me. I had grown up a spoiled brat who's Daddy had made lots of money as a corporate attorney. However when Daddy's main client got sent up the river, so did 90% of our family's income. My entire life was unfolding on me and a time of great change was at hand. I had an out from this, though.

I started having my friends come over for extended weekends, where we would hang out, do geek shit, and just have a great time. It was easy back then, everyone was cool with eachother. It was this time hanging out with my friends and enjoying their company that allowed me an escape from my problems, and it served me well. With a little help from my friends, i got through a rough spot in my life.

Time went on and various feuds happened. So-and-So doesn't like person "A". John Doe is going out with John Smith's ex-girlfriend. Standard teenage bullshit. The unity that we had as kids cracked and splintered as most relationships do, but we still had the basic friendship.

Last month these petty squabbles erupted into an all out war. Words were said between friends who've been closer than brothers that can never be taken back. It seems almost as if the happy go lucky days of the Filth Hole are officially dead.

I'm not coming home this Thanksgiving. And I'm almost glad. If I don't have a Filth Hole to return to, I have nothing. When I'm home I'm going to have to plan my days like "Ok, Well, this person can come over today, because this person isn't going to be here. Then tommorrow I can hang out with that person." I find that disgusting.

When I come home in December, I will be exhausted. If I pass all of my classes it will be by the skin of my teeth. Celebration will be in order. I am going to throw a MEGA-KEGGER. EVERYONE is invited. If you want to come I plead with you (Hell even you, Boof) to come down, chill the fuck out and get fuckin' RIPPED! If you are going to be childish enough to let stupid shit keep you from coming, my condolensces you just missed out on a phat time. I'm not asking people to make up and pretend they like eachother, I'm just asking you to come out and join me, your friend, in celebration for a semester that nearly killed me. Thank you.