Stax Nostradamus?

I would like to quote from Stax's message to Mikey that was posted back in April.

"Durm’s place is...in Indiana. We’re gonna drive, go 2 hours to Indiana. That whole week we’re just gonna trash Durm’s place, oh man. We’re gonna just like pee all over the whole street and everything. We’re just gonna pee on the whole street, it’s gonna be awesome. And then, and then, we could just go play golf and get drunk all the time at Durm’s place in the, uh, Indiana. And thennnnn, then we’re gonna go to Hammertown. And then, it’s gonna be the greatest place ever. And hey, sah-pah-raiiiiise, Hammertown. Hey sah-pah-rise Durm’s wedding party. Hey, Hammertown’s just gonna get all over everybody, and then Durm and Kim are gonna leave, and we’re gonna have the reception all to ourselves, and ONG, it’s gonna be vomit and Everclear everywhere. The greatest and most delicious mixture ever."

When I initially read this, I must admit I chuckled at the ridiculousness of the message. But oh how hindsight has changed that reaction. ONG. With only slight modifications, this is pretty much exactly what happened. Replace "peeing in the street" with "peeing in Durm's room" and "vomit and Everclear" with "vomit and tequila," and this is no longer a drunken ramble, but a prophetic account by Thunderstruck. Of course, he does go on to predict:

"Wrigs is just gonna come and lick it up. She’s gonna be like, “Mmmmmm, Everclear, sah-pah-rise tasty.” And then we’re gonna....eat....dog -- not Wrigley, but some other dog. And then we’re gonna go in the strip club and punch people in the face. It’s gonna be awesome...it’s gonna be awesome."

No, none of this happened. But I am not entirely sure that it wouldn't have happened had we all stayed until Tuesday. Tutaj would have gone back to Dayton in order to fashion an inflatable Stax that could take his place at work all week. He would have then returned with Wrigs, hoping that he could get Wrigs and Max drunk together and put them in Durm's room to hook up. Wrigs would inevitably end up licking all sorts of alcohol - fulfilling that part of the prophecy.
I am also pretty positive that a drunk Lau would not be able to distinguish Emma from food. We would all come out of the house to a ridiculously happy, red eyed, wavy lipped Lau flopping around near the grill. His excitement would make us all laugh at first, but the laughter would quickly turn to vomit when he started handing us plates of Emma. Lau would then cry and vomit and shit at the same time (gross).
And finally, with nothing to do on Monday night, we would all make our way to the Elwood strip club for a good time. Because midwest stip clubs usally play atrosh music, we would probably find some song to which we could sing Tender Crisp Bacon Cheddar Ranch. Someone else in the stripclub would make a comment, and an enraged McHugh would yell "Terry Tate!" and just drill the guy. A brawl would break out and many people would get punched in the face.

Thank God we left when we did.