Nice stories. I approve of everything but the moped. JD and Aaron were nice enough to dress me in a fat girl's clothes one night (underwear on my head, of course) and draw all over my face with markers. They were then nice enough to bring me into a breakfast dive with all this shit on my face (including at least one swastika). Ahhh, the good ol' days.
I don't have any particularly great ones, I guess. But a couple that stand out would be the time Mark (you guys know him) were driving home late night in a full on blizzard. Being a really smart guy, I gave my keys to him because I was wasted. He was more wasted than me but, hey, ay least I wasn't getting the OUI. Well, he said something to me that annoyed me so, I reached over shut the car off and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Only real problem with that is that we were doing 35 down a residential street in a blizzard. The car locked up and we slid up onto someone's front yard. Not pretty. Fuckin' funny, though.
Another pretty funny night was when I went to some party and some dude was there whose ex-girlfriend I recently started dating. He was pretty wasted and made it pretty obvious that he wanted to fight. Instead of fighting him, every time I was near him at the party I started singing really loudly: "I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it ..." I don't remember the words, but it was some cool song on the radio at the time. I don't think he thought it was as funny as I did.
Travis almost knocking Aaron's Jawa over then talking about later as if it really happened is pretty funny, too.
First, the night I was totally wasted and you kept slamming the breaks so I would fly forward out of my seat until the seatbelt caught me was pretty funny. It got even funnier when we actually got home and you were using your fancy buttons to roll the windows up and you didn't realize my arm was hanging out the window until I woke up and told you, which was only because you started to squash it. That was the same night, right?
Well, usually in the winter time, we would like to go driving around the side streets near Aaron and JD's place and go around corners and yank on the e-brake. Good, fun, I'm-hick-from-Maine-type stuff. Aaron used to work 2nd shift at some place and was on his way home for a lunch break right around the time JD, Travis, and I were coming home from boozing it up. Well, I'm driving along, minding my own business, when I start to take the turn onto the street I'm going to park on. Travis decides now would be a good timw to wail on the e-brake. Mind you, there's no snow on the ground or anything, he just thought it would be funny. Well, he did it at a perfect time. I was going fast enough and had turned my wheel enough that my tires caught and swung out the loudest, broadest 180 ever. Scared me a little at first, but it was pretty funny, and even funnier because it turns out Aaron was heading in the opposite direction on the same street and witnessed the whole thing.
Maybe you had to be there for both of those stories.
Good times. Good times.