Middle school science class was the shit. So on Friday night, Blake Larue, Harry Teitelman, Stephen Neary, JD Amato, Ben Oviatt, and I decided to relive those good ol' days and hold an egg drop competition. The rules? You can use anything from my apartment. The objective? Construct whatever you can to save your egg from cracking when you toss it off a six-story building.
PART I: CONSTRUCTIONHarry's egg already lost.
This may be considered cheating, but under the stipulations of the aforementioned rules, there's nothing that can be done.
SS JD in mid-construction.
PART II: BON VOYAGE The view from the roof. Esteemed judge M. Porcello awaits down below.
PART II.5: MONEY SHOTS The infamous parachute that struck a sleeping bum down below.
PART III: AFTERMATH The SS JD took a hit that rivals the RMS Titanic. But Captain Egg and First Mate Craig Johnson survived with no serious injuries.
All competing eggs survived. 20+ years of living on this earth just for this moment!
We could have been arrested.