PSH. The sponsor found Me

So here I am in Kamenz, Germany. Again. Making my yearly pilgrimage to turn in all of my Jagermeister UPC codes for a prize at the Jagermeister main HQ. I walk into the front office, the office lady says "Guten tag, velcommen Jagermeister jar jah jah jah!!!!".... she was drunk, and smelled of tequila (fail). I pulled out all of my Jager UPCs out of my pocket (742 to be exact) and put them on the desk and stared at the lady. There was a long moment of silence... then the drunken lady picked up her old timey telephone and rang into the bosses office. She spoke in some foreign language, sounded almost German. She hung the phone up. Then smiled a fake smile. "Ah yes! welcommen heir Josh. You may go to the back now! Very Happy ". So I did... The back of the factory was an open warehouse, and Arthur Von Wilhem Adolf Van Von Vonnerstoneinbergerer the 3rd Esquire himself (THE FOUNDER AND OWNER!!) was standing there, alone, and was kinda creepy because it was already a dimly lit place. He was standing next to a car under that was under a large dirty orange sheet.
"Unt hallo heir Josh!" he shouted "Vee have been unt expecting you, yar."
I walked slowly up to him and nodded my head as a greeting. "Hello Mr Vonnersteinbergererer...again."
Mr. Vonnersteinbergergererer placed his hand on the top of the car, and clenched the sheet. "Ah. YES. Heir Josh, let me present you with a present for your such great generosity! I present you... The Jagermeister.. company.. RENTAL."
He tears the sheet away in an extremely over dramatic fashion...
"Ehh?!?! ehhh?!?!" The owner has a big smile... "Do you like?! A Porsche! Just like you've always wanted!"
I look at it for a moment, and squint my eyes towards the front. "Heyyy...wait a sec. That's not a Porsche.. That's just an RUF with a Porsche sticker over the logo!"
Those were the last words I spoke before waking up... I was sitting in the drivers seat of the faux Porsche, somewhere in the middle of a shopping center in Frankfurt. My wallet was missing, the back of my head hurt, and all I had with me was this damn car. I looked in the glove box, first thing I saw was A plane ticket that said. "FRANKFURT 11:30am to NY, NY 3/23/12 UNTITED HEIRWAYS" and a note that says "Drive the car or you'll never get your wallet back EVER EVER AGAIN." Damn

Germans are DICKS.... Ive always known this but now I have more proof!

But atleast the car looks sweet!

Heh, awesome. However, that's a LOT of Jager to down in a mere 365 days, is it not?

Remaggib wrote:Heh, awesome. However, that's a LOT of Jager to down in a mere 365 days, is it not?

Two bottles a day keeps the reality away!

Your event is alot similar to the events in Beerfest.... Did you meet Landfill? Errr Landfill 2 I mean.