The Prom Bibbing

Look at how many hashers are sitting there steeping in sludge.

THE VICTIMS:
Chef Boy R Dumb
Clean Clam
Dimmer Switch
Ear Shot
Fahrfromfuken
Gone With The Schwinn
Male Order Bride
Not So Silent Bob
Obi Wan Kumonmi
Porkymon
Silence of the Clams



Here's the view from the other side.

Silence isn't in the pic because she was bibbed right before this group. She has a severe allergy to salmon, which was included in our mix. So Buck doused her with a custom made jar of sludge. Notice Clam about to hurl from the smell.



Buck actually poured the year-old mix on everyone seperately before pouring the actual mix on everyone. The actual mix is this orange one coming from the cooler. We wanted to keep them separate because we thought it would be better if the year-old mix didn't hit anyone in the face. It was that gross. I guess some of them got it in their hair, though. Ear Shot later said his skin burned a little right before he jumped in the shower. From what I know, no one got sick. I guess we dodged a bullet on that one.

Here's the flour portion.

BULLETIN - This news comes from Trashy:
"Prom was the last of the nasty bibs for the Trash. That's only been going on for a few years, and it's not our tradition. New mismanagement for 2007 met over dinner and we talked about things. One of the things we've nixed is pre-made foul bibbings. It's back to beer and flour for us."



The masses scatter amid a cloud of flour. This is actually two unmerge-able photos that were merged anyway. Click on it for a larger view.

What an incredible ending to a really disgusting tradition. The smell was so insanely bad. And we left all the mess there for the school kids to come back to the next day. Not only did we get to experience the wild odor while locked in the U-Haul ride back to the hotel, I was among the 5 people who got to experience it when Clam got back to our hotel and showered. There was no oxygen left anywhere in the suite, so LaTuFu and I kept Clam in the shower while we cleaned up the bathroom. We threw out all her clothes, bagged up her bib and wiped down the entire bathroom with rubbing alcohol. This is because any spot where there was mix created a flood of fumes. With all the spots gone, the smell gradually improved.

Oh, I also got some bib mix on me from the bibbing. Moral: Payback's a bitch.

Thank you to Gang Bang and Ear Shot for the photos.

On Out

Pictures of the Year

Day 1
Mixing By Hand



Day 56
The Mix is Crowning Over Itself



Day 83
The Bread Sauna



Day 105
The Vilest of Growing Molds



Day 114
Transfer Day



Day 118
Super-Edgy Lighting



Day 123
The Feta Goo



Day 137
Morbidly Gorgeous



From Day 161
The Second Container Finally Gets Gross



From Day 171
We're Going To Dump This On People?



From Day 181
The Half and Half Did The Job



Day 284
Everything Combined With Chunks On Top



Day 355
Brown, Blended and Beyond Bad

Day 364: Packing Up

We need to pack up the donation.
For odor control.



Now the foil-covered jar goes in a trash bag.



Now the bag goes in the cooler.



Now the cooler goes in another bag.
But something seems to be missing.



That's better. On-Out.

The Final Check

Note there is no more liquidy separation. The cheese sauce made the final product the perfect consistency. After more than 11 months, it looks like the bix mix is finally ready.

Day 329

MIXING DAY

Day 308

OK. The mix is ready. The sauce goes in, the lid goes on, and we wait.

Day 300

There's a thick, glossy layer of funk on top of the former chicken stew.



Close-up of random mold.



Here's the cheese sauce. It smells so bad, I'm actually shocked.