Good Times

Sheesh... I have a laundry list for this one:

I dated sisters once. (Oh, c’mon y’all! Not at the same time!) Still, it never plays well with Mommy, Daddy... or the first sister.

I entered an “Eat the Worm” contest once. They tell me it was a really fun night, but I‘ll have to take their word for it. I still can’t drink tequila thirty years later.

I asked a girl out in the ninth grade after she did a strip tease on top of Mr. Kessler’s desk when he left the room. Turns out, she WAS wilder than me, and dumped me because I couldn’t keep up with her. Hurts just as bad to have to tell you about it now as it did to live it way back then.

Just like in a bad teen movie, I once watched two girls get in a fight and pull each other’s tops off. It still hurts that I may not “entirely regret” not breaking it up.

I cried when Ol’ Yeller died.

(Remember that these all happened long ago), but I kissed my best friend’s girlfriend once, and I kissed my girlfriend’s best friend... twice ;)

I wouldn’t let a high school teacher put my assignment stories in the school paper because I didn’t think it was “cool”.

I wore the grooves off of a K.C and the Sunshine Band album while I was, “Gettin’ down tonight!”

I put my hampster in my sister’s Barbie Winnebago and rolled it down a hill. The hampster became a seatbelt statistic in the ensuing crash. I never told my sister how the hampster died. Poor Barbie!

Me and two other guys dressed up as The Andrew Sister’s and sang, “Don’t Sit Under That Apple Tree With Anyone Else But Me” in a gong show. We even rehearsed. (It was for a good cause)

Thank God it was all before cell phone cameras!