I remember that I had a childhood bully named Dane Fife. I remember that him and his sidekick Trevor came by my house one afternoon and started saying "Is this where you live?"

Because he was my bully and I thought he was making fun of my house I lied and said "No it's just my summer house". How lame.

But it get's even lamer. Dane clarified and said that he was talking about our mailbox. It was a very big mailbox and he was inferring that I lived in it. Very lame.

I remember that there was this one spot in the fields where there was a good sized hole. It was not quite long enough to lay down in but it was waist deep. There was a rusted out spring mattress next to it and we would sometimes bounce off the mattress and into the hole. We called the hole "Old Bessie". It was a landmark of my childhood and of the fields.

It was the summer of my freshman year of high school and I was in Jackson, Michigan at a YMCA camp for Marching Band. I was a little nervous because you hear rumors of things that had been done in the past in terms of hazing and all, but none of that really was a problem in the end. What I remember best is the 2 flute staff sitting on the sideline during our field rehearsls. It was probably 90-95 degrees out and we were all sweating our butts off, and these 2 girls come out in next-to-nothing bikinis. One of them was representing the american flag making most guys in the band want to salute. Well, the reason I said probably 90-95 degrees out is because once they came out, I don't really remember much else about that camp.

Laura Laura became Lolly-gagger when Laura, Mike and kids were over at our house having a jolly good time and she threw up on our air conditioning unit outside.

One time my cousins dog Schemp was really horny and he went around humping blankets and pillows and stuff all around the house.

It was soo funny.... that dog kicks ass.