I went to a dance in seventh grade. Nobody went to them as couples, so I went with a couple of my buddies. When it was time to leave, my friend Pat's older sister came to pick us up. When she got there, Pat jumped up on the hood of the car, dropped his pants, and mooned his sister and her friend who was with her. Then he sat on the windshield and let loose with a huge fart. It steamed the windshield and sounded like a lawnmower not quite starting up. Pat's sister and her friend were laughing so hard they could barely talk. They said his buttcheeks shook when he farted.
Yeah, it was juvenile, but hey... We were juveniles.
Anyway, Pat's sister was diagnosed with MS shortly after that, and I don't remember her ever being happy after the diagnosis. So aside from it being an amusing (if off-color) story, it's an important memory for me.
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Date: 2006-02-03 04:34 pm (UTC)Yeah, it was juvenile, but hey... We were juveniles.
Anyway, Pat's sister was diagnosed with MS shortly after that, and I don't remember her ever being happy after the diagnosis. So aside from it being an amusing (if off-color) story, it's an important memory for me.
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Date: 2006-02-03 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-05 12:38 am (UTC)