(pause for uncontrollable laughter)
Who am I kidding, I'm the one who passed him his first beer bottle. More of this story later.
Little Moults is currently 21 years old, this the year of 2006. He is attending the University of Lethbridge and residing with his buddies since elementary Jay and Kyle (common visitors to the Moulton Connection before I fornicated the K9 as Kyle so eloquently put it in my guestbook).
LM is planning on following in fathers footsteps and becoming a firefighter but before he does so he is going to go out to the country and put some water on some burning trees. Or be a wildland firefighter if you want it in technical terms.
COMMON PLACES YOU CAN FIND MY BROTHER:
1. Studying in the library at the university
2. In the basement playing his guitar
3. Any fishing hole in Southern Alberta
4. Bar
5. Getting his jeep stuck in mud
6. Walking back to town after unsuccessfully trying to dig his jeep out of the mud
7. Sleeping on the steps of the local store after trying to call somebody to let them know
that his jeep is stuck in the mud
I have a hunch this profile is going to be an ongoing project, I'm starting right from the nitty gritty folks, one of the first times he got drunk with the big guns.
(IF YOU HAVE ANY CORRECTIONS TO MAKE OR WOULD LIKE TO ADD TO THESE STORIES JUST EMAIL ME AND I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT)
Story #1
Written By Robbie Moults
This was way back in the fine days of grade school. LM and Kyle decided to join in on the infamous Big Moulton parties I had when my parents left for the evening. The night was a disaster from the very beginning to tell you the truth, I was driving home from the store with Bransby, Candice and Katrina and we got pulled over because Damian was hanging out the window but I managed to get out of it because I could not find the insurance card, anyways, I digress, sorry, later on during the night as the sleechness was well on its way I was up in the parents room talking to some people, little brother and Kyle were enjoying their bevys but the problem was the parents came home early....oh god...everyone get out. So long story short, while mother dearest was yelling at me in the kitchen we hear this BLAH from the family room, GOOD LORD Little Moults had a puking rally all over the floor, this didn't make matters any better. Even though this story only had LM in it for a very short period it still had to be told.
Story #2
Written By Robbie Moults
My second story takes place on his 18th birthday, the mother of all birthday parties am I right? Anyways, we started the night off at Kilkennys where I witnessed a total disregard for the human body. The shots that people were feeding my brother were just sickening, I think any shot that comes with ketchup on the bottom should be illegal. And Prairie Fires times 10, seriously is humanly impossible any other time.
So after what should have any normal person running for the porcelain gods we some how got him to the strip club. I mean whats an 18th birthday without the rippers. So..... while we sat there on perv row with the zonked up guzzler we call my brother. More shots are fired Little Moults way, just what he needs right. But instead of the customary, drink the shot, put the glass down, say something jolly like......Good on ya mate. It was this:
A) Drink the shot
B) Launch shotglass across the stage
C) Yell obsenity to person right beside you
So later on that night after we got kicked out and carried the tanked up sponge monkey out into the parking lot we noticed a problem....his pants were undone. Not exactly sure what he was doing with his pants undone in the strippers but you know. So a conflict arose.
Whos doing up his pants? Chico eventually came forward.
Once we all got back to the field by my parents house, yep almost home, our little gassed, sauced up buddy was passed out on the grass. But there was still a good possy of us making lots of noise to wake up the neighbors. So mother dearest arrives to do some mothering and Kyle runs like a wild hyena into the bushes.
So I really think that I don't have to tell you, the wee one was a wee bit hung the next day.
MORE STORIES TO COME.......