1) Sharted three times. Once while playing pickup football in the streets. Once in me and MsSerp's bed after about six months of dating. A tiny stain. She laughed 'cause she's cool like that. And once during a college summer job while working at a deli. I knew it had happened, went upstairs to the bathroom, took off my boxers, threw them in the trash, and free-balled the rest of the day. I don't recall if I washed my hands or not. Probably though.
2) Sold my strength shoes...ya know, these...
...to this guy...
Basically, I was poor and selling a ton of stuff on ebay. Some guy (that guy) won the bid for my strength shoes and left me a message on how to get them so I called him back. After a minute or two on the phone, he tells me to hold on...I could tell he was entering his work place and showing his id...and he told me so, so I asked him where he works, and he said CNN. And I was like
Get out! He said he did again so I asked what he did, and he said he was a sports anchor and I was like
GET THE **** OUT!!! So I basically told him to prove it...He said he worked that night and would be on tv from like 11pm-7am or something. I told him to reference the strength shoes that night and he said he would...I think it was Yao's first game ever against another big player. Shaq maybe? So I set up my VCR, taped those hours and finally saw him around 2am...The first highlight was the Yao game and he didn't say anything and I was disappointed. The next game he highlighted though was a Suns game and this was when Amare was nasty (another spy plug) and he had a killer dunk and Overmyer was like,
That boy must've been wearing his strength shoes or something!!! It was so cool. He had emailed me that morning too to ask if I saw it and I replied back saying how epic it was.
3) When I was five or six years old, I had a really bad friend (he reminds me of Culkin in
The Good Son in hindsight)...we went walking through the woods behind his house and came out a little over a quarter mile away by this major road. It was probably about 2pm and I think it was a Saturday but I couldn't be sure now almost 35 years later, and anyway, there was a tire sitting there on the side of the road and he dared me to roll it into the highway...the speed limit was/is 55mph there so it was a pretty major road. Anyway, being the little bitch that I was at the time, I did, and I remember this car slamming on their brakes, and a woman getting from behind the driver's seat and screaming at me, and we took off back into the woods, to his house, and then I went home shortly after. My dad had told me not to wander from his home and somehow he got it out of me that I had and I told him what I did. He gave me a damn good spanking and I knew I deserved it.
4) That same evil kid, a couple years later, in 3rd grade, in the middle of a quiz or something, sharpened his pencil, came over to my desk and asked to see my palm, and proceeded to stab my palm with his pencil. Suffice it to say, he was expelled from school as this was not his first incident.
Can I do more if I want???