Murky Memories of Misfortune Vol. 2

The Clog now journeys to a time long since past, filled with peculiar people, foreign lands, and flammable cocktails, to bring you another embarrassing installment of Murky Memories of Misfortune. Let us all travel back in time to Oct. 31, 2008.



The calm before the absinthe storm. Who knew sugar cubes could turn green.



If scientists say that Jesus was most likely black, does that mean Satan is too. My guess is that he's actually Asian, sorry Arthur.



The true star of this Clog post was a young man whose name I cannot remember, but who played music I will never forget. On This Halloween night, oh so many moons ago, a young lad came upon party without a costume on his back. He knew no one attending this gathering but brought with him a trumpet, and a thirst for booze. He played his horn with great skill and sipped beer between notes. He was the life of the party until he eventually passed out, for one reason or another. This was the only photographic proof of his existence.