Goose had it coming, or so we thought

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August 2nd, 2003. It turned out to be a great night. Good friends. Good food. Great drinks. From the alleged image evidence you see above, The old Goose got into the Bartons Vodka when we were occupied elsewhere. Once she sunk her teeth into Das Über Hopper & I there was nothing we could do to stop her. 

She was a fucking animal I tell you. With her age, I thought for sure she would break a hip or stroke out on us. Nope. She must swim 5 miles every day at least to maintain the endurance she has. After a few rounds, Das Great One & I had to distract her with some bread soaked in tequila. Eventually she lost interest in us and moved on to other unsuspecting souls that were passing through.

Update: 20 years later this bitch is still on the loose. Apparently she's taken up residence in a dining room I used to frequent in my younger years. If you're in the area, keep a sharp eye out for this sneaky loosey goosey.