Inagural Wuss: April 2006
Our inaugural Wuss of the Month came just in time for the web site launch... and of course it would only, it could only be our resident wuss-meister: Greenstick Nick.

The reason he is our Wuss of the Month is not necessarily because he wusses out all the time. This one particular evening he got a little carried away with his drink of choice, a Jaeger Bomb, and made us miss our trip to the bar.

We were supposed to just go to the house and have a couple shots..er.. 'bombs' and then go off to Buffalo Wild Wings to meet some of the Knights and have a drink while we played video poker and bullshitted all night.
As a matter of fact, we had consulted with some other Knights on coming over to join us, but they could not make it. So, Greenstick and I (e-rips) purchased some liquor; tequila for myself and Jaegermeister for himself.
We cozied up to a couple of Bullquila glasses and away we went.

The first couple of drinks went by very smoothly.
In fact they were pretty damn tasty for a crazy alcoholic drink. I consumed Bullquilas as Nick drank his Jaegerbombs. We actually drank 2 in a row to start off with and then went from there. I was OK with just possibly drinking one more and then leaving, but B. Carpenter called and said he was going to show up and go to the bar with us. So we waited and waited and waited some more. We then had to start drinking again since his ass was taking so damn long.
This is where everything went wrong. Nick pounded each Jaegerbomb like there was no tomorrow. Drink, Drink and more Drink. 5 Jaeger bombs probably doesn't sound like much, but apparently it was more than enough for Greenstick's liver...
Jaeger Bomb #1: video
Jaeger Bomb #2: video
Jaeger Bomb #3: Not filmed
Jaeger Bomb #4: video
Jaeger Bomb #5: video
Jarger Bomb #6: never taken
 

All I remember is Nick taking his 5th Jaegerbomb and actually poured a 6th one. Yes, he created a 6th drink and was set to take it. I told him to hold on and went to go drain the 8" python in my pants.

When I returned Nick was behind a locked door hurling his guts out into the fucking shitter! I was only gone for approximately 3 minutes or less and Greenstick was already praying to the damn porcelain god. Shit!
I was like "Fuck! now what".
Just about that time Big Mike calls to inquire about our whereabouts. I inform him of Nick's status and told him to 'standby'. As the puking got worse, so did my feeling of going to the bar to drink with the guys.
I called Big Mike back and let him know we were not going to make it by a long shot. Nick was dead, B. Carp was bitching and I wanted another shot. Fuck, we all suck!
Greenstick officially bows out of the Night: Nick is TKO 'ed
As a sad reality of the situation, in order for me to have my shot I had to pour out a perfectly good Jaegerbomb in order to make room for my tasty Bullquila. You see, I loathe Jaegermeister and will not drink that shit under any circumstances, so that shit was going to the fishes.
In video #1 and #2 you see 2 bullquila glasses. Well, this was before Nick had broken the second one. Yes, he BROKE the fucking glass and then we only had 1 to drink out of. dammit!

So, there you have it folks. Our first Wuss of the Month.
He so proudly wears his crown of Puke on the lapel of his shirt (cuz he puked on it!) and now is the crown prince of wusses.

Just as a point of reference, all this happened between the hours of 9:30pm and Midnight. So, to make the situation worse, Greenstick Nick didn't even last 3 hours with 5 Jaegerbomz....