At Large The Montana Testicle Festival

Or as some people were calling it, “The Bresticle Festival”. The 25th Anniversary. I don’t even know where to begin. I really thought, in all my years of chasing-crazy for Drunk of the Week, that I’d almost seen it all. Nope. A new bar has been set. I really couldn’t believe my own eyes most the time, so I videotaped it (that’s coming soon). For now, check out some of my pictures…
The Eating Contest! These are deep-fried bull testicles…

I chickened out and never tried one (even though they allegedly ‘taste like chicken.’ But, uh, ‘with veins’).

This guy, Matt Powers, won the contest by eating 4 1/2 trays of said Rocky Mountain oysters in 4 minutes (approximately 10 ball slices of per plate). There was also an oil wrestling competition, a wet-tee, bullsh*t bingo (involving a giant bingo card and a bull, well, it’s just like it sounds), a pig wrestling contest, a raffle for a 1980 truck, and a night called ‘No Panty Wednesday’ where you could trade your underwear for a free drink.
There were bikers, cowboys, gawkers, a big budget television film crew from Australia, and more public nudity (men AND women) than I’ve ever seen anywhere. Oh yeah, and FIRE. None of the locals even blinked an eye as a huge renegade wildfire kept shooting swirling mini-fire balls and swirling smoke bombs down the side of the mountain - in plain view of the festival and surrounding campgrounds. I think a little danger just adds to the excitement. At least that’s what I tried to tell myself when I woke up in my sleeping bag on an abandoned pool table in the middle of a grassy field, instead of in my tent. But that’s another story…
MORE PHOTOS AFTER THE JUMP. NSFW - though I did add a bunch of little black bars for your convenience.

Mmm, BALLS...


Bartenders that...

...sold "belly shots"

naked guys

and almost naked girls

sweet old cowboys

and non-hipster beards

a wet t-shirt contest, um, sans shirts

bikes, bikes, bikes

a super-hot Doublemint Twins heavy metal cover band

uh, "dancing"

and the ever-informative "boob-o-meter"
