One day at home having a few brews listening to Bob and Doug McKenzie on my turntable, Mitch told us about this drinking game, and naturally as with most well thoughtout plans that are devised (having a fews beers in the basement) we decided we were going to try it, little did we know at the time it would turn into an annual event for us, that we repeated six or seven times during Xmas break,thru out the eighties!
As Mitch explained the game Joey and I said, aww this dosen't sound that hard! One hundred shots in one hundred minutes. But when one actually calculates it, about eight beers in an hour forty minutes. Eight to ten beers thru a nite out wasn't that difficult, in a hundred minutes,mmmm! What the hell we were up for it, then came the rules, basically there were only three rules, no pee breaks allowed, shots were timed and had to be done together on the minute call, and you puke you are out! Again that didn't sound too tough, later we would learn that these rules would be the demise of many a player!
The first year we did it, if memory serves me well, there was Mitchell, myself, Joey, Nelson Boulay, and a couple of Joey's friends, Jacques and Alain. We all eased into the game with the attitude that this was going to be a cake walk. There was even some sarcasism from some of the guys that the beer wasn't going in fast enough and the amount of beer was bearly a mouthful! Around shot forty especially for the guys who burping at will was a problem, it became hard because the shots were timed ready or not! Around shot sixty we all started feeling the pee factor, this was going to be a question of endurance of the bladder, or for a true hard core player, just simply pissing your pants and going on (luckily that never happened to my knowledge, as it is not something one is freely going to admit) It got to a point where even laughing was hard as one is trying to hold back one's pee while trying to force burp! The first year we had to make a rule clarification, one of the guys started to puke but managed to cup it in his hand and then proced to put it back from where it came, technically since it went back and not out, we had to rule it a non-puke and let him stay in the game! He later not long after repeated his offense and this time there was no question whether in or out! That year we lost two to puke and one to pee, and thus started the Murdoch Century Club!
Thru the years we alternated the game between my basement and Mitch's basement. We had a long list of players,Gary, Donald, Lloyd, Bobby, Terry, Cory, Lynn and a few I am probably forgetting. And to my knowledge, I have to say that Mitch and I should be named honorary members as we were there for everyone of them and never failed to complete a game! And if one had access to the closet under the stairs at what used to be Eric Coffin's house on eight street, providing it hasen't been painted over, one would find the names and dates of those who participated in our little exclusive club!
As with most of our adventures, this one was also decided upon while having a few cocktales in Mitch's basement. We decided the next day, we would try to climb to the peak of the mountain ( Porphry Mountain ) which was basically behind Mitch's house. WHY? BEATS ME?! WHY NOT?! it was there! It was early winter, not alot of snow but cold, we decided the next morning we would set out on our little adventure.
The next morning we set out, it was a clear day, but cold and windy, enough that there was a skin freeze factor to the face. But being tough (stupid) Murdoch boys the weather wasn't much of a factor. The going was a little tough, so we each cut and made some make shift walking sticks. The cold was remedied by a swig every now and then from a wineskin we brought along. As we made our way up the mountain, and the brush thickened, the wind became less of a factor. About an hour into our trek Joey thought he heard something, so we stopped all movement and listened, while stopped we also took advantage to have another swig or two of wine. Once we decided there was nothing else on the mountain, other than the three idiots on their little trek, Mitch heard something and pinpointed the direction from which the sound originated. Again we stopped and scanned the area from which the sound came, I then spotted some movement from behind a tree. It was branches moving, something was obviously there causing the branches to move. So after taking a few more swigs on the wine skin we went to investigate.
Arriving at the area where we noticed movement we saw fresh tracks in the snow. Between the three of us we were no Jeremiah Johnsons, but we could tell the tracks were left by a two legged creature and not a four legged one! And to our surprise there was fresh fesces, the odor of which beat any of my hall of famer farts! But the most amazing part of this, was that there were leaves in the snow that the creature used as we would use toilet paper! After a few more swigs of wine we were puzzled and amazed at our find. Then it happened more movement ten to twelve yards to our left, the creature shot out of the bush in full run, we had scared it! It was definitely two legged, small and boney in stature with a short furry coat. We debated whether we should follow it and decided since we were running low on wine we would have to cut our adventure short!
Arriving back at base camp (Mitch's basement) we discussed our discovery and what it could be, we also thought about contacting the authorities, but after a few beer we decided against it. We came to the conclusion that this creature (Lucapungus) was some deformed offspring when a bear mated with a deer, along with all the chemicals and pollution provided by the mine contributed to this freak of nature coming to be.We posed the question as whether maybe there were more Lucapunguy and decided there could only be one freak of nature like this! We also agreed that if anyone of us were to tell this story, we would have to be drunk so as people wouldn't think we were crazier than they already thought!
footnote: should of reported this when it happened, could of sued Peter Jackson for stealing our discovery
The principal ingredients of a blob are the juice, clamato, tomato, or even vegetable. Clamato is the juice of choice. Then we have the beer and finally the piece de resistance the pickled egg. The additition of the pickled egg must be done last to truly be a blob, you first mix your juice and beer, 50/50, 75/25, whatever you feel at the time. One must wait till the beer and the juice have settled, then plop the egg into your drink letting it settle to the bottom of the glass. You should just see the hint of white once the egg is settled, seasoning is optional!
A blob can be served as an appetizer, hangover (hair of the dog) remedy, or if someone wants to stink the house out, 5 or 6 blobs should help in that department! (speaking from personnal experience)
I cannot take all the credit for the blob, I have to give mention to Mitchell, as he was there one hungover Saturday afternoon at the Legion, where the blob was born!
