Revealing humanity, one story at a time
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
*When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.*
I remember when we agreeded on many political subjects,while we got drunk one night, comparing notes on our respective Universities that fired us.
Boooooooooooooo to those universities!
Me & Steven Wedel were hanging out in the parking lot after the
Judas Priest show throwing back some brews when this
guy that looked to be wearing a werewolf mask comes up to us,
snarling and crap.
It did happen to be a full moon but I didn’t think anything of it.
I told Steven, “Fuck this, let’s take some beer to those chicks over
by that van that’s rocking, could be a good time”.
Steven authoritatively remarked, “Stand still, we’re in danger”.
Just then the guy wearing the werewolf mask pounced at us.
In a flash, Steven kicked mask-boy in the nuts and he fell to the ground howling.
As he rolled in agony then passed out, I saw that he wasn’t
wearing a mask. His wolf-like appearance faded into a human form.
“What the Fuck!??!”, I yelled at Steven, “How the hell did you do that?!!?”
Steven wasn’t listening as he was helping himself the cash in the guy’s wallet
and said, “Let’s go to IHOP, I’m hungry”.
I asked again,”How the hell did you do that?!!?”
“Stick and move, pal” said Steven, as he smiled and slapped his silver-toed boots.
“Wolf-man’s got nards!”
Priest! Priest! Priest!
Great story!
Remember that time we were supposed to meet those twins for a blind double-date? Jeez, it seemed like hours that we were primping and getting all dressed up for “the little red heads” that were waiting for us at the restaurant.
The look on your face when we sat down at the table and saw that they were Siamese was great, but when you turned to me with a straight face and said, “I get the one with the legs,” I just about died!
Steven E. Wedel 
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