Poot's Palace

Wha, skippy, and myself ventured to the pool sunday afternoon because, well, we had nothing better to do. We got there and only two other people were there, it was ok because we each had a very healthy Jack and Ginger in hand. As time progressed and the storm clouds rolled out of sight, more and more people showed, some hot bitches, a few canadians, and some annoying ass kids. Wha left to go to the apartment to get our "kit" (yes, the handle of Jack, more ginger ale, and some ice). We made another drink (all in all, we had the equivalent of about 5 or 6). We left around 3:45 to come back and watch Clemson get their asses handed to them by Baylor. Around 8 pm, skippy and wha were not around so it was just me at the apartment. I decided to pour another Jack and Ginger because it goes so well with Hamburger Helper. Jack was not in his place on the counter and i got worried...Eureka, he is in the cooler with a few ginger ales. So i go to open the cooler, but i cant find it. I am perplexed at this point, and little too sober. I search the apartment up and down and head back to the pool to see if the cooler is there.... it is nowhere to be found. I didnt bring it back to the apartment and neither did skippy, i cant get ahold of Wha, but nonetheless the Jack cant be found. I am still in a little shock that three of us would all neglect to get the cooler. I am putting an APB out on our bottle of Jack in the complex...they can have the cooler, but damn it, give our Jack back.