Pete happens to be, or was until today, a coworker of mine but has left the bank for greener (as in mucho dinero - hopefully) pastures. He has just the right mindset for membership in the NECS, total bravado, the willingness to do anything to get into a singlespeed race and the love of wrist snapping. In fact he went so so far that after missing the registration cut off for the infamous Singlespeed-a-Palooza, to gain entry, he offered to rest his nads on the top tube at the starting line and smash them with a hammer. Of course there was the trusty Mayor with ball peen in hand and as Pete lifted it toward the gods the Mayor screamed, "Praise Jesus you'll dent the top tube", and grabbed his hand, preventing certain horrifying pain.
As you can see from the shot below, not only does he has the ability to consume vast amounts of alcohol, spill food all over himself and smoke cigarettes even though he hates the things, he has mastered the Team Seagal salute.
Well shortly after this shot the conductor shouted "Last train to NJ" but poor Pete was nowhere to be seen having fallen into the clutches of one of the many meccas of mammarys in NYC. Turns out the new office was initiated with it first drunk, unfortunately for Pete the a/c was out and he had the pleasure of spending a night on a desk in 85 degree heat.Hung over, he managed to catch the first train home in the morning, give the Mrs. a quick peck on the cheek, take a cold shower and then head right back to the office. That's the type of dedication the troops of the NECS have!
Everyone give Pete the NECS shout out - "Him, Him, Fuck Him"
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