Mad Jowler Vs. Nashville, TN

Hey Jowl fans! I bet a lot of you are wondering, “How can I be a true master of Jowling as you are? Perhaps you have some sort of Jowl class? Would this be an affordable and efficient way to improve my Jowling?” To this I reply that each Jowl is unique and comes from your very soul. There is no way to teach, or to duplicate a style of Jowl. Jowling is for fun, so have fun with it and be creative.

Being the Mad Jowler and having had many Jowling adventures I thought to myself, “How can I get my stories out to the public? Better yet, how can I learn about other peoples Jowlin’ excursions?!?” This question was immediately answered by Jowlin’ Journeys, a new section on Jowlers.com for people to read, enjoy, and submit their own Jowlin’ escapades. The first Jowlin’ Journey is now presented before you, “The Mad Jowler vs. Nashville, TN.”

I wanted this journey to be awe inspiring but I was lost on how to capture all that is Jowling in one short adventure. So I began to think to myself, “WWFD?” or to those unfamiliar with gangsta rappers, “What would Fifty do?” 50 does pretty much everything in the streets… So…I decided to go downtown and catch a few Jowlers with some unsuspecting pedestrians.

I hopped in my land speeder and lightspeeded my way into the heart of Cashville. After paying the ridiculous three dollars to park anywhere downtown, we hit the streets. We hit the streets, and the streets hit us back. NOBODY would Jowl with me! I was as persistent as I could be, but nobody would give me an inch of skin flappage. I was able to get a few people to stand with me as I Jowled but not one person would partake. So even though the Nashvillians shook their heads, it was only to say “no” to the Jowling fun. I then found my way to two of the greatest landmarks in Nashville; the mighty tower of the Gaylord Entertainment Center, and the renowned Ryman Auditorium.

Crazy Jowl fans, I was shocked at the lack of participation from my fellow Nashvillians. I thought for sure I could find some fun loving closet Jowlers waiting to come out, but alas I did not. I was depressed. And we all know that there is only one cure for a Jowl depression. Hooters! I called up my partner-in-Jowl, Crazy Chrisy Jowly, to come join me. With some Hooters in our belly, the Jowl was recharged, and after a few tasty Jowls, and with the entire restaurant looking at us funny, we took one last Jowl with Kristen our beautiful waitress and peaced out. The Jowlin Journey was just beginning but the dark cloak of nighttime refused to let us Jowl anymore. This adventure had come to an end.

Crazy Chrisy Jowly


The Mad Jowler and Kristen the Hooters Waitress


After a good meal of Hooters wings

This ends the day in the life of the Mad Jowler. Although I was disappointed with the people in Nashville, I still scored some sweet Jowls for you to enjoy. A true Jowler never gives up, no matter how big a headache you get, or how bad your neck hurts. Just pop some Aleve and commence the Jowlin! I hope I have inspired some of you extreme Jowler fans to go forth and spread the word of Jowling. If you have any Jowlin Journey’s of your own email the JowlBrothers@Jowlers.com and they will happily throw up your journey on the site. But for now I must go, there are Jowlers to be taken. Keep at it Jowling fans, and may the Jowl be with you!

"Have an idea for a Jowlin Journey, but dont have the facial endurance? Perhaps you get headaches too easily to spend an entire day jowling? Or do you just want some jowlin guidance? Email me - madjowler@jowlers.com - for the insight of a pro jowler today!"