Apologies, Big Guy. Dunno why the e-mail bounced.
I do think we need such a challenge. Last night the testosterone was flowing so hard, I could smell it all the way from Texas. Unless it was just a gas leak. These days, it’s hard to tell.
Robin
Ladies and gentlemen, I’ll be there for certain now, and I have some good news. 
Plus, I’d never miss the opportunity to show Dave up, even if it wasn’t that successful the last time…
I am the Ginsu Cheeseteak Master! I slice, I dice, and I chew poseur wannabe Baltimoreans up who think they make a better cheesesteak than I do. So come one, come all. I own this contest! 
The caterers purchase orders doesn’t have any cheesesteak stuff on it.
You better bring your own supplies.
Other than that may the better cook win.
Me? I’m a pastrami on rye guy.
Madonna costume…check.
Gas money…check.
Sleeping bag…check.
I’m so excited! Yay!
JC - I showed the friend I might bring the invite, and she was so shocked. She wanted to know if I had to pay to get in. When I told her it was free, she nearly passed out. “All that food! Is he rich?!”
So, if I didn’t say it before, thanks for having us in advance. I have off all next weekend and I’m looking forward to partyin’ hardy wid all youse guyses.
I just realized I have a week to aquire some sort of costume! Crap! I have some ideas, and can’t afford to buy one, so that leaves making it on my own. This will turn out bad, seeing as I have very little time, and none of the necessary skills.
Oh well, I’ll manage.
bouv, you get credit for trying here! We’ll love you anyway.
The real question is whether you’re going to ride the bus down from Albany in that costume.
I double-dog dare you.
There’s a dirty little story behind why we throw these large parties. I’m sure some of you have heard it already.
And I don’t have time to relate it right now.
But maybe if you ask me real nice tomorrow…
Yeah - blackmail photos…
Geobabe, could you perhaps see your way towards giving me a ride from the Vienna metro station?
Thanks!!
Sure! I haven’t decided yet what time I’m heading out, but I will let you know before next Saturday.
I will be coming. Are costumes required?
Damn Straight.
Dress yourself in costume or I’ll leave you at the mercy of Geobabe to decide your costume.
You have been warned.
Ooh!
[Reagan voice]I hate to say it, but there you go again![/Reagan voice]
Y’know, I’m reminded of the two bulls in a field. The young bull is jumping around, and excitedly says “Hey, Pops, why don’t we run over to the fence, jump over, and fuck one of those cows over there!!” The old bull looks tolerant and amused and replies “Go ahead, son. I plan to walk over to the gate, walk into that field, and fuck all of the cows over there”
Ok, AD, I accept your cheesesteak challenge.
Rules:
We each make 2 subs. We exchange 1/2 of one sub with each other ( I wanna taste your sub, and you should taste a superior CS sub), and the other 3/2 are for others to taste to judge the winner. I propose 4 total judges. RTF and Pun have volunteered already, so next two people to chime in in this thread as interested can be the other two. We each bring everything we need to make our respective subs, Jonathan will supply the kitchen.( Jonathan, what kind of stove do you have, gas or electric? I suppose it’s too much to hope that it has a built in griddle.) You’re the challenger, you can go first. I’ll still talk to ya when you lose, you don’t have to worry about that.
So…
Ding, Ding, Ding
LET’S GET READY TO RUUUUMBLEEEE…
Ladies and Gentleman, Dope-A-Ween is proud to present the 2001 Cheesesteak Challenge™! In this corner, the challenger, wearing Air Force, “Don’t-shoot-at-me,-I-only-drop-bombs” robin’s egg blue trunks, The Duke of Delay, The Master of Deployment Disaster, Airman, “Hey,-the-cable-is-out-in-the-barracs” Doors, USAF. And in this corner, out of retirement, the reigning champion, wearing a cynical smile, The Sultain of Subs, The Cheesestek Champion, Weird, “Don’t-you-get-tired-of-losing-to-me?”, Dave! Gentlemen, man your stoves!
Would I be disqualified from the judging for having already sampled Weird-ask-me-about-Baltimore-no-really-ask-me-anything-I-love-to-talk-about-my-hometown-I-could-talk-about-it-all-day-hey-where-are-you-going-Dave’s* cheesesteak? It was quite tasty.
[sub]* I hope I’m not going to give you a complex about that too now. 
And aren’t you supposed to be asleep already?[/sub]
PHHHHHHHHHBTTTTTT! 
[sub]I took a nap, gonna sleep on the plane[/sub]
See, I gave him a complex, apparently, about the Ravens shirts–you know, the ones he always wears, that he has like 100 of–because I teased him about it, and poor delicate flower that he is, he’s self conscious about it now. The power! It’s…intoxicating!
I am quite prepaired to believe that you were intoxicated when you wrote this. It has as much basis in reality as what I’ve heard on barstools many a night.
[burgessmeredithasmickey]You can do it, Airman![/burgessmeredithasmickey]
I’m taking myself out of contention as judge, because I’m obviously biased. I do look forward to AD being declared winner, however.
Robin
Excuse me? I remember quite clearly receiving a phone call from you bemoaning the fact that you are now borderline obsessive about not wearing a Ravens shirt. Don’t try to deny it, Dave. It happened.