Bier Ficken Sie
Or BFS, for short.
It is German, and loosely translates (and isn't that the best way to translate? allows for artistic interpretation... tho you'll see there is little "artistic" here) to Beer Orgy.
Why am I forcing crappy German that I never verified on you? Well, it started off with me and my friend Jessi (who you will note I met in May while in Windsor) deciding after exchanging some damned hilarious stories that our combined forces were going to knock the world of highland games beer tents on its collective ear. And for this, we needed a rallying cry for our new alliance!
Now, most obvious names (i.e.: Tarten Terrors, et. al.) have been taken by celtic rock bands, so we needed to branch out. Both being the types to drop non-English words into conversation, another language seemed like a good place to start. And seeing as we have visions of world domination, German seemed like a good fit.
Naturally, codes names were to follow (in French, of course... logical in its randomness!), the obligatory (and very exclusive) Facebook group came in turn.
As it stands now, after three formal meetings, BFS is doing quite nicely. We have driven most of our friends who became default DDs quite insane trying to get us to shut the fuck up and get in the car. We have also branched out into other ventures... really, in a matter of months, perhaps years, BFS will be a multi-national conglomeration. Just you wait!
But moving on....
Not long after we formed BFS, we got to thinking... what elitest snobbery would be complete without a theme song?!? Having discussed several nominees, from the topical ("Let's Get Retarded", "Have a Drink on Me", "Drink 'n Fight") to the inane ("Turning Japanese"), we settled on the following:
You're welcome.
And no need to send fauning fan mail... we already know how fucking cool we are. :)
It is German, and loosely translates (and isn't that the best way to translate? allows for artistic interpretation... tho you'll see there is little "artistic" here) to Beer Orgy.
Why am I forcing crappy German that I never verified on you? Well, it started off with me and my friend Jessi (who you will note I met in May while in Windsor) deciding after exchanging some damned hilarious stories that our combined forces were going to knock the world of highland games beer tents on its collective ear. And for this, we needed a rallying cry for our new alliance!
Now, most obvious names (i.e.: Tarten Terrors, et. al.) have been taken by celtic rock bands, so we needed to branch out. Both being the types to drop non-English words into conversation, another language seemed like a good place to start. And seeing as we have visions of world domination, German seemed like a good fit.
Naturally, codes names were to follow (in French, of course... logical in its randomness!), the obligatory (and very exclusive) Facebook group came in turn.
As it stands now, after three formal meetings, BFS is doing quite nicely. We have driven most of our friends who became default DDs quite insane trying to get us to shut the fuck up and get in the car. We have also branched out into other ventures... really, in a matter of months, perhaps years, BFS will be a multi-national conglomeration. Just you wait!
But moving on....
Not long after we formed BFS, we got to thinking... what elitest snobbery would be complete without a theme song?!? Having discussed several nominees, from the topical ("Let's Get Retarded", "Have a Drink on Me", "Drink 'n Fight") to the inane ("Turning Japanese"), we settled on the following:
You're welcome.
And no need to send fauning fan mail... we already know how fucking cool we are. :)
posted by Iain @ 1:49 PM
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