So, I have a couple of buddies named Lance and Jeff. My fiance and I had them over for a night of BBQing and drinks. That night we went through a bottle of Vodka, Scotch, and about 24 beers.

For some unknown reason my buddy Jeff thinks it's a good idea to have Pay Per View Porn on the TV while we drink. Then he calls a friend of his over. She and Jeff start making out. She and Lance start making out. I think strip poker was played. And at about 1:00 AM the waffle maker was used(for its intended purpose). I was the waffle chef, and last to eat. Because Lance needed an unholy amount of syrup for his waffle I was left syrupless.

Jeff ended up sleeping on our couch. Lance and the aforementioned gal friend crashed downstairs. Jeff got a call the next day..."Lance doesn't have anything, does he?" Apparently reminants of a romantic encounter remained with her. Thus prompting the conversation. This was after I spoke with Lance who apologized in advance if I found anything while . . . Read More..

Gladly my uncle Paul loves me and trusts me enough to watch over his house for the weekend. I am a respectful house sitter, hell even right now at this moment I am watching my aunt Bec's house.

Anyways, Paul didnt care whether I had friends over his house or not. So I had Clingan, his girlfriend, kshear , Stacey and myself over for a barbeque. We got plastered there and toward the end of the night kshear and I decide that we want to go outside running.... IN THE NUDE.

We get down to the bottom of his driveway and Stacy gave the on your marks and spontaneously kshear and I take off our bathing suits and book it down the street at 2 AM buck naked. He totally blew me out. I swear we have done this before with him. Kshear is the type of friend that you just do some crazy things around because his personality rubs off on you.

A few weeks pass and Paul talks to me and says that his 65 year old neighbor witnessed the whole thing and was inquiring about it. Gladly Paul is not . . . Read More..

well to keep this one short... i was so obsessed with superman when i was a kid around 1st grade that i would wear my superman pajamas under my regular clothes.. three memories that directly relate to this are:

-i took a few of my local friends that lived in the same neighborhood to my back yard behind the shed.. i basically tried convincing them that i was superman by pulling up my shirt and revieling the superman symbol.. haha

-we had our share of bullys.. well my sister was getting harrassed in our front yard.. i busted out from around the corner my superman gear on.. got laughed at and one of the kids threw a rock at me.. i turned around for whatever reason and it hit me in the back of the head.. blood everywhere! my mom comes running out and runs me across the subdivision holding the back of my bleeding head with a dish rag headed for the house in which the bullys lived.. all i remember is the mom coming out and my mom yelling like mad at her.. not what happend after . . . Read More..

A few months ago I heard that Taproot was coming to the Detroit area at a really cheap price. Since there are some fellow rockers at my job at Chimes, I emailed them all and organized this concert. Unfortunately my buddy Andy didnt know whether the Pistons would be home that day and he had to give up his tickets.

Anyway in place of Andy, I brought my friend John as well as wrath ,my boss John and Matt's buddy Dan.

The opening bands werent that great. I think one band's name was Dirty Americans. So mostly me and my friends just bullshitted and talked. John totally stood out as an older dude, but thats because he wore slacks and a dress shirt. Come on John? Wheres your Distrurbed t-shirt?

I also saw my barber in the crowd and it was totally random because Matt was making fun of my "Jim Carey in Dumb and Dumber" hair cut.

During those two bands I freaking was downing these huge missles that contained Fosters and those totally got me toasted for Taproot.

Once on stage, I was . . . Read More..

So this sweet robot was soo cool that I took it home on the bus with me.  And of course, my mom didnt want anything to do with it and told me I couldnt take it into the house.  So basically my brother and I just shot it with the BB gun in the backyard and we trashed it all to hell.  It was funny.  I just thought it was hilarious how I took it home with me on the bus.