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Memories....ahhhhh memories from the glory days

IF YOU ARE FAMILY, YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THESE, TRUST ME!!!

These stories here will be written for a few reasons. First off, because I want to write down stories of my past so I do not forget them. Secondly, these are the stories I always tell when we're reminiscing about our favorite times of our lives, so I guess I'll share them with complete strangers. And lastly, I have nothing better to do with my time right now. Oh wait, I bought a huge TV this week so I could be watching that, but I guess this 17" monitor will suffice my viewing pleasures for now.

Anyways, as I proceed to ramble into oblivion, I suppose I will preface this page of uninteresting events. These are short tales of the my personal memories, hope you enjoy.....(note, I am typing this part after I finished, the stories get better at the bottom)

Where to start, where to start. How about the high-school ski trip? That was pretty sweet. I was 18 at the time and was living on cloud nine. It was about 4 months before I finished high school and I just asked out a girl I'd had my eye on for quite some time. Friday night I remember going out with Tony and getting smashed at Mandy's place. Bright and early on Saturday morning (like 3am or 4am) we piled 7 of us into 2 cars with 8 cases of beer and drove to Dubuque. I really didn't expect to like skiing (I had never been) and was just excited to sit in a hotel room and drink beer with some friends. We got to the "mountain" and Klaver was the only one who had skied before. My first time down I never fell and had the sport mastered within about 30 minutes. It was the only thing in my life I was naturally very very good at and I completely forgot about drinking beer that night. When the "mountain" closed, I didn't want to go - I had found my love in life (...which I haven't done since my 21st birthday as I converted to Snowboardism, my latest religion) which prompted my Colorado move a short 4 1/2 years later. Either way, we got back to the hotel, ordered pizza, sat in the hotel hot tub for like 5 hours and just got smashed. It was great. If I can recall who was there, I'd say it was Klaver, Stitz, Homie, Schau, Jeremy, and Mule. We all got shitcanned and then drove back to C-Town the next day. Easily one of the classic greatest trips of all time.

A personal favorite trip of mine was also senior year of high school. If I am correct, it was Klaver, Reentz, Pedelty, Chief, and a few others. We decided it'd be a fantastic idea to drive to Ames for the night and go to Blondies - a fully nude strip club. Rock the house. I was only 17 at the time and you had to be 18 to get in. For some reason we were driving Michaela back to Ames and Funks lived by her in the dorms. When we dropped her off, I bummed Funks' ID from him which I mailed back to him a week later with like $20 or something I think. Klaver, Reentz and I packed a 5 gallon bucket full of beer in his trunk since none of us had a cooler and we started road tripping. We were following Pedelty and I remember at one point driving down Highway 30 that Chief was standing out the moonroof of Dave's car and was pissing, it was hysterical! So we get to Blondies all shitcanned and all belly up at the chow line. We each spent about $30 in dollar dances, at one point, Reentz says to a random stripper, "What can I get for $50?". Oh man we all cried it was so damn funny. There was this stripper named Daisy who danced there - man she was gorgeous in her cowboy hat and boots. So we start heading back to Carroll and we stopped at Hardees (same thing as Carl's Jr.) in Boone to get a hamburger or something. Klaver's going through the drive-thru and says "I'll take a hamburger with NO pickles. I mean that, no pickles. There better not be any fucking pickles on this thing." We pull ahead and the guy hands Klaver his food. Klaver says "there's no pickles on here is there?" (Disclaimer: From here I am pretty drunk so the accuracy of this story is questionable and I'm sure time has stretched the truth, but honest to God I think what happens next is 100% accurate). Klaver continues to the kid, "I'm going to take a bite out of this without looking if there's pickles on it. I'm holding you personally responsible if I do, in fact, bite into a pickle." The kid nervously chuckles as Klaver opens the burger's wrapping and takes a bite. You can imagine what happens here. Klaver tastes a pickle. He looks in the window of the drive-thru..."PHHWWEEEEWWW" is the noise I remember hearing as Klaver spits his mouthful of hamburger in the high-school kid's face. He goes "NO FUCKING PICKLES YOU FUCKING JACKASS!!!!" The kid wipes his face off, apologizes, and gets him a hamburger with no pickles. Myself, being 100% drunk, I decide to lean over Klaver and say to the kid, "Hey sir, You're probably just going to throw away the burger he bit out of, right? Can I have it?" The kid hands it to me. I eat the hamburger. Let's flash-forward to senior-retreat a week before we graduated high school. Remember I attended Catholic school. So the moderator (a priest) of our retreat says "Now is reflection time. If anyone has special memories they'd like to share with the class, feel free to come up and speak." Pedelty goes up front, teachers and priests in presence, and says "insert names here and I went to this strip club and watched all these titties all night, Reentz asked a stripper what he could get for $50, we were all drunk...yadda yadda yadda." It was great. The priests and teachers were all like "These aren't the kind of memories we had in mind." Classic. That retreat ruled, the moderator says "the first person to come up here and recite a Bible passage will get a prize." (or something like that, memories are vague as we drank before our retreat and during our retreat) I walk up there and begin..."Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.........etc." You can see where that is going if you're a fan of Pulp Fiction. I got a strong round of applause if I remember correctly, of course, I probably am imagining the round of applause.

Let's flash-forward to senior year of college. We're all out to the zone for penny pitchers on a Friday night. This is LONG before the Zone became popular, there was maybe 20 people there. I believe it was Jeremy, Hart, Tyler, Shaun, Troy, Hornick, and maybe a few others - I don't really remember. We were playing speed quarters as it was only penny pitchers until 10. Suddenly this supermodel of a woman walks in the bar and my jaw drops. I nudge Shaun and say "That girl in the green shirt is one of the hottest women I've ever seen in my life." A few minutes later, her hot friend comes up and starts talking to Shaun, she leaves shortly. Shaun looks at me and smiles. I say "What, she like you?" and Shaun says, "Nope, she came up here and said 'my friend thinks your friend is cute and she wants him to go talk to her.'" Money. I'm dumbfounded and speechless at this point. I look over at her and smile, she smiles. I'll never forget this night, easily one of the greatest nights ever, we're talking top 3 here, but possibly the best night ever. I see my friend Vath (pronounced Vot) across the bar and I think I'm going to be tricky. I go up and say hi to Vath, I believe he was with Jeremy Boka. I say "What's up Vath?" we chit-chat. I say, "See that girl in the green shirt over there? I'm going to go hit on her and I bet you $20 I take her home with me." Vath is like, "Yeah right, you've got NO chance with her." I walk up and say, "Mind if I sit here?" She says "Actually, that's my friend's seat and she'll be back soon. You can take my seat and I'll just sit on your lap." Again, I am dumbfounded and urine is practically dripping down my leg as I'm so excited I about pissed myself. I sit down and before I know her name, she sits on my lap and kisses my cheek. I immediately look over at Vath and see the most hilarious look on his face I've ever seen. Imagine what your face would look like if you were told you won powerball and are being forced to have sex with Brooke Burke daily, that was the look Vath had on his face, priceless. She asks my age and name and for once, I tell the truth. I say "21", she was a few weeks from being 26. Again, amazed. As I would find out later, it turns out that when I was like in 7th grade playing little league, she was busy being the prom queen at a 4A high school, unreal. I come to find out that this is the girl known as.....drumroll please....the lovely Joelle. Joelle was drinking a White Russian and says "have a sip of this" I say "Why?" she says "I love to kiss a guy when he has this on his breath." I take a drink, and mind you, I've been at this table for all of 30 seconds at this point, we start making out. We leave the bar minutes later and go to her place, no more details, let's just say the next month and a half was the most amazing time I've ever had with a woman and probably ever will. Ended up parting ways as I found out she was on meth (although she's off it now, and, as with all my ex's, is now married), didn't need that around. But to this day, she's the only girl I've ever dated that I truly, honestly, whole-heartedly miss. Joelle broke up with her boyfriend of 10 years weeks before we met and planned on getting back with him but didn't because she liked me so much. I think he's in jail now. Again - amazing time, amazing. I still laugh when I remember that Lloyd used to call her "The Son of Joelle" (Superman reference)

update 02-06-2004: Let's see what Joelle is up to these days, shall we? This shall be exhibit A that I'm not a liar in these stories:
http://www.theiowachannel.com/news/2826632/detail.html
and now exhibit B:
http://www.iowastatedaily.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2004/02/06/402323f3b4ff3
I am seriously very sad that she couldn't straighten her life out. I wish her the best and hope she can straighten her life out

Wow, I'm having a ton of fun writing this, I've gotta tell ya. I've got the biggest smirk on my face right now. It makes me so happy I'm going to post a very happy picture to preface the next story, which is a personal favorite of mine and several others.....

http://www.fleetmack.com/images/party/mackstrippers.jpg

Ahh yes, Jessica (the one in the Red in the above picture). The lovely Italian Jessica. I believe Troy met her walking back from campus (at Iowa State) when he went to see Al Gore speak or something, this would be in the fall of 1999. In my opinion, Jessica liked Y-O-R-T but he was more interested in her friend I believe. Troy partied with her once or twice, she was an exotic dancer in Dubuque and Iowa City, but lived in Dubuque. She came up to Ames one night to party and Troy told me to come over, which I did. I didn't think we hit it off well at all, not at all. She got in a fight that night with her friend and I think Eric Glass had to take her friend to the Greyhound station as Jessica refused to drive her home. I must have given Jessica my number, because I was in the library sometime that week (No, not studying, doing the crossword puzzle and flirting with my dream girl better known as Library Jennifer - that's a whole 'nother story) and my phone rings. It's Jessica, she wants Troy and I to come stay with her in Dubuque that weekend, now this is like a 5 hour drive so I was hesitant. But we went. I believe Troy left early to go party with Juergens, but I had a huge crush on Jessica and I wanted to party with her. Jessica and I got drunk and I was talking to her (male) roomate when Jessica says "I'm going to bed, you can just sleep in my bed with me when you're ready." I eventually go climb in bed with her but we didn't even touch all night as I didn't think she was interested. Mind you this was right before the time I realized I had game. The next day, I'm sleeping in boxers and Jessica in a bra and panties, her dad comes over to her house, lets himself in, and walks in her bedroom to find us lying there naked for the most part, and honestly, we hadn't touched each other. He gives me the scariest look I've ever seen in my life, Jessica tells him politely to leave and she'll call him later. Troy and I go back to Ames. A few nights later, Jessica calls me drunk and says, "I'm pissed at you." I say "Why?" she says "Because you won't fuck me. The other night I almost rolled on top of you, handcuffed you and said 'Listen, you're in my bed and you're going to fuck me whether you like it or not.'" As in the previous story, My jaw dropped. I say "Jessica, I guarantee you if you come stay with me for a weekend, you'll leave here a happy person." This exact moment was when I first realized I have game. I'd had women before, but never had game or a cocky attitude until this exact moment. I was excited to use my new personal trait known to the wannabe-womanizer (me) as "game". She calls again the next night and says "You need to come to Dubuque this weekend." I say "Oh yeah, why's that?" She says "I'm dying to fuck you." I'm jawdropped again, but as mentioned 2 sentences ago, I realized I had game now and wanted to try it out. I say, "I've got plans this weekend, Jessica. Can we do it another time?" I say this sounding like a complete dick because I knew I had her in the bag. She gets pissed and hangs up. She calls back about a week later and says, "I have a proposition for you. I got in a car wreck and have no insurance and got sued, so I need to get $1000 by next week. How about you pay a friend and I $150 and we'll come dance fully nude all night for you and all your friends." Jaw drop returns. I tell her I'll have to clear it with the roomies and I'll call back. The roomies agree that this will flat-out rule, but they didn't want to pitch in for the kegs and strippers, I was confident I'd make a hefty return, so I planned it and took care of the finances with the stipulation that I got the profits. I bought 2 kegs, paid 2 strippers $150 each, hooked up the speakers and lights in the basement (actually I think Klaver already had lights set up as that was our guitar/party room). I charged $10 to get in the door - that's cover for free beer and you can watch 2 strippers all night. The girls each made about $150 in tips on top of the $150 I paid them, I came out about $300 ahead on profit, plus after hours was fun too ;o)

This is not a funny story, it starts out funny, but then gets emotional and has a terribly sad ending that I hate telling. But this little writing isn't supposed to be all funny stories, it's just supposed to be memories. Tyler, Mule and I decide to go to UNI for the night to hit some dance bars. Tyler and I get into our patented "Contest-Mode" (we always have contests regarding women, we each win some and lose some, currently I have the trophy as I won our contest in Minneapolis last weekend). We are at Tony's on the hill at UNI and tonight just happens to be "Who Can Make Out With The Most Chicks" contest night. No prize was awarded as I think we each tied at three. I had to make out with one of the ugliest humans to ever grace this earth in order to tie it up just as closing time rolled around. I was dancing with her basically just to make fun of her but I saw Tyler with some girl and realized I was behind. So while I was just degrading this girl, I turned her around and we started making out right on the dance floor, everyone was amused. I believe girl #2 (: Natalie, I'm good with names :) was the hot one. She was all about me and took like 20 pictures of/with me. My friend Helling about 2 years later says "I saw a picture of you with my friend Natalie. How do you know her?" That was pretty funny, small world. So we tie in the bet and drive back to Ames. We're pretty buzzed and get into deep emotional conversations. This is the scariest thing ever, and let me tell you, I've had this feeling 3 times in my life and each time it's come true. This was about a year after Ryan had died and I had a feeling, which I also got about a month before Ryan died, that someone close to me was going to die again. I make a bold statement and say "Guys, we need to be careful. My gut feelings doesn't screw up much and I have a feeling that one of our best friends is going to die very very soon. Just remember to appreciate your friends because I never realized until Ryan died just how important they are." Tyler and Matt can both vouch that I said this on that night. Ty and I wanted to go to breakfast as it was about 4:30 in the morning now and we're quite drunk, Matt didn't want to go so we dropped him off. 4:30 in the morning, drunk, we decide it'd be a great idea to go all the way back to Carroll to eat breakfast at Hy-Vee. We get there around 5:30, eat breakfast, go to Tyler's car, and see that he has 2 flat tires. We're 19 and 20 years old at the time, drunk at 6:15a.m. in a grocery store parking lot with an empty keg in the back seat with 2 flat tires and there's cop cars right by us in the lot as they're all at the store drinking coffee. I honestly have no idea what happened or how we got back to Ames. We go to our respective homes and go to bed. About noon, Tyler calls me and says "I need your car since mine still has 2 flats." I ask why and realize he is crying. He says "Chad died a few hours ago, I have to go home for a few days." Tyler and Holly Gehling came over and took my car as I sat there in shock for about, well, I guess that still really freaks me out.

It's raining hard out right now, just started. Whenever it rains the first thing that comes to mind is riding around in Sean Staiert's old Grand Prix with 2 girls (don't remember who) listening to TLC's Red Light Special. I didn't get any that night, but damn the mood was right! I love driving in the rain, I have a "Rain Mix" cd I put in my car whenever I'm driving in the rain. It's all dreary songs, or songs with "rain" in the title (Eurhythmics - Here Comes the Rain Again, Garbage - I'm Only Happy When It Rains, Madonna - Rain, etc.) Dreary rap songs are also on there, along with songs with thunder and rain in the background, such as Garth Brooks' The Thunder Rolls. I recommend everyone makes a Rain Mix of their own. Mine actually got stolen valentine's weekend when my car got broken into. Oh well, worse things can happen.

Time for one last memory as 2 paragraphs ago got me thinking of Ryan so I'll tell a short little Ryan story. I was 16 years old and out with Heuton, Aly, and Meghan. The 4 of us went out quite often and on this particular evening we decided that we were going to sit at Ryan's place and drink since his parents were out of town. Ryan lived on a farm so it was easy to get away with having a party out at his place. We told a bunch of people and before you knew it there was about 20 or 25 people there. Well, I got insanely drunk and ran outside to relieve myself. As I was out in the front yard, I saw John and Carlyss (his parents) pulling down the road. I ran inside and said "SHIT!! YOUR PARENTS ARE HOME!!" Everyone panics. Ryan takes a bunch of beer and throws it down this can chute thing they had and I think the beers shattered in their basement or something. People got into random cars and took off, everyone but me. I ran upstairs to his brother's room. Everyone, Ryan included, was gone except me. So John and Carlyss were pissed and myself, barely able to talk I'm so drunk, started trying to convince Carlyss that I was not drinking all night. I was saying "I don't see any reason we need to tell my parents about this since I wasn't drinking." I can only imagine how much of an idiot I must have sounded like. Well, Carlyss agreed and then decided to drive me home. The whole way home I don't remember much except for dry heaving and trying to convince her I had the flu. She's not an idiot but she promised to not tell on me....which didn't matter in the first place. I got home and went right in the bathroom and puked in the sink and all over the mirror. I then passed out on the bathroom floor and Mom came and got me. Yeah - I got grounded and in some trouble for that one. Had to go to Church at like 7:00 the next morning and I had to leave the service to go puke again, pretty nice huh? To this day I'm pretty sure Mom never liked Ryan because she thought he was a bad influence on me drinking, little does she know that it was I who had to get beer for him most of the time.

Which brings me to another memory, oh man this was some messed up stuff. Sheil@ Bender. I was working one night at Hy-Vee right at the end of my Sophomore year of high school. This lady came by with a ton of alcohol she bought and asked for help to her car with it. She says to me "How old are you?" I tell her I'm 16. She says, "Well, you seem nice. If you ever want me to buy alcohol for you I'd be happy to do it. Here's my address." Ryan was working that night with me so I told her that he and I would stop by the next day. I tell Ryan this and we start laughing our ass off and making a list. The next day after school, we go to Sheil@'s house. Sheil@ was this fat 22 year old high school drop out with a baby and an abusive ex-boyfriend. Ryan and I go over to her shitty ass house right after school on the last day of school with this list of like 20 things. We had Sheil@ get us literally about 15 cases of beer and about 10 bottles of hard stuff, we planned on it lasting us all summer. It ruled. So Sheil@ develops a crush on me, oh man, not good. I'm the only "Mack" in the phonebook, so she found my number and started to call me! I'd have to try to explain to Mom and Dad who Sheil@ was, I think I made up some lie saying she's a girl that had a crush on Schau or something, I don't really remember. It got to the point where we'd go get Sheil@ and she'd buy us beer, but we'd have to watch her baby while she ran to the grocery store (You can buy liquor in grocery stores in Iowa). Well Sheil@ started asking me to go to the movies with her and stuff and then told me that she wouldn't buy beer for me anymore unless I drank it with her. I lied and told her I had a girlfriend so I couldn't, this made her upset but convinced her that she could still buy beer for me, I really don't understand that at all but whatever. So some night that summer, I was out with Tricia Simons for some reason, I think we were roller blading or something then decided to hang out after that. (Sorry Yort, but your sister is an absolute fox and there I was, hanging out with a recent high school grad who was the homecoming queen while I'm this geeky sophomore, oh man, the dream!) and we wanted to get some beer. So I said "I can get some beer but you have to pretend to be my girlfriend because the chick that will buy it for us is a psycho who wants me." So we go to Sheil@'s place and pretend we're just there to make chit chat. I'm all excited because Tricia will pretend she's my girlfriend - which is one of the greatest honors a man can achieve. Yeah, Sheil@ got pissed because I brought Tricia over and said "I ain't doing this shit for you any more, find someone else to buy you beer." So this is where things get worse. She wouldn't buy beer for us anymore, I let it go, but Ryan didn't want to let it go. He would wait outside her house for her to leave, and when she left he'd break in the house and steal whichever beer she had in her fridge. I think he broke a window once just to get her beer. That was probably crossing the line, but since Ryan is no longer with us and he acted alone on these journeys as I refused to join him, I guess he really can't get in trouble for that, can he? Man I miss that kid. Another time I think it was Ryan, Schau and I - or maybe Mule, not sure, but we were at Sheil@'s house and her ex-boyfriend came over and started pounding on the door. Sheil@ made us sneak out the back door and we had to run like 2 miles to get out of there or he was going to kill us. Man, the troubles we went through to drink beer. :o)

So junior year of high school, Middi and I decided it'd be a great idea to chew on the football bus. I didn't really chew but thought it'd be cool anyways because it was a rebellious thing to do. So we chewed on the bus, I had forgotten that chew makes me sick. You see, the summer after sophomore year, Aly and I were driving around in my car after a regular walk and lemonade (man I miss those days) and I decided to try some chew that some guys her and Meghan met from Minneapolis had left in her car. Yeah, it made me sick, I remember puking on a side street somewhere in the Fish Bowl in Carroll (a series of streets named after fish, ex. Pike Ave., Bass St.) at like 8pm on a Tuesday night. So, to get off of my tangent, Middi and I are chewing on the bus and it made me sick. I had to puke in an empty Gatorade bottle, that was not pleasant. So senior year, Scott Steffes and I decided to do it a little better. We got bottles of blue maui and poured them into blueberry Gatorade bottles. We also got a bunch of vodka and put it in a water bottle. After the last football game of the year in Clarinda (that game has a whole side-story in of itself) we got loaded on the bus on the drive home, I bet I pissed in 7 gatorade bottles on the 2 hour drive back to Carroll. Man football bus trips were fun. "Ya Gotta Prime it Darryl". Total inside joke, sorry. I only wish I had played basketball (for the bus trips, if you know me at all you know I detest basketball), I remember hearing stories of Jamie Collison smoking cigarettes on the bus, then Mr. Aden came back to see what smelled like smoke and Jamie said "Oh, I was burning hairs on my leg." Classic times.

So quickly, I will tell the pointless story of the Clarinda football game. Before the game, we're in the locker room getting our pre-game pep-talk. I'm sitting across from Jay and he's making all these funny faces, moving his eyebrows around and stuff. I can't describe how funny this was, you just had to be there to see it. Now this was my last high school football game I'd ever play, senior year, early November, 25 degrees outside, and my last full-contact football game I would ever play. Coach was talking about how it was such an important game for us seniors as we'd always remember winning our last game (which we lost, 3 wins in my 2 years of Varsity football, we sucked). So I'm all into it thinking "Yeah, Coach is right, we need to win this." I look up and see Jay making faces and I just crack a completely silent smile and slight chuckle. Coach sees me. "MACK!! If you're not taking this game serious you can get the hell out of here and sit bench the whole game (which I usually did anyways)." I say "sorry coach" he says "Sorry isn't good enough. I'm giving you an important pep-talk and you're sitting here laughing. GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!" Now Coach had hated me since day 1, ask anybody on the football team how much that bastard hated me. It was his first year at Kuemper and before our first game, he had all the seniors over for dinner and to watch college football. So we're watching the game and a Miller Lite commercial comes on. I say "Hey Coach Urwin, can you go buy us a bunch of that so we can get hammered after we kick Lemars' ass tomorrow night?". We all laugh......except Coach. He looks at me, face steaming red and says "MACK! You shouldn't even THINK of asking me to do something like that! You know better than that, you BETTER not be drinking until you're out of my control!" I realized at this point that Coach Urwin had no sense of humor whatsoever. So back to Clarinda. I'm standing outside the locker room in 25 degree heat, er, wind chill, while the team listens to Coach finish his speech. The team all comes out and I wait for Coach. I apologize again, never blaming Jay, and basically explain to him that this game is important to me as my parents and Grandparents made the trip to watch me play so to please not bench me for fooling off in the meeting (even though I wasn't fooling off). He agreed and actually shook my hand and told me I was a good kid. I still know at heart that he hated me. So first play of the game, the kickoff, I get hit HARD and split my chin open and needed stitches for the 3rd time that season. So I guess I still did go out with a bang! Quick tangent again, in football practice on day late in the season, I was dead tired both physically and mentally, it was near the end of practice and I was dehydrated. I had contemplated quitting the team because of Coach's hate for me but I wasn't going to let him win - I was finishing this season no matter if Urwin liked it or not. So I'm dead tired at this practice and I had to take a knee while he was talking to us. Coach immediately says "MACK! STAND UP YOU STIFF! NO, YOU KNOW WHAT, DON'T STAND UP, GET YOUR PADS OFF AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" I just look at him, turned around, and started walking back to the field house. No sooner than 1 second after I turn around he says "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! GET BACK OVER HERE!" To this day I have no idea what the hell his problem was with me, but he ruined my senior year for me. Several other seniors of 1997 will agree with me. Since I don't have a scanner at home, here's a picture of a picture of that dipshit with a few others on the team we took on picture day.

Later that school year, we'd often party at Christy's house. We made it a point to get dog shit in a bag and run up to Urwin's house (it was a block from Christy's place) and set it on fire on his doorstep, that ruled. Or we'd send one of us over to Cleatus' house and hid in his bushes. Oh man this is funny. So one of us is in the bushes going "MEOW MEOW MEOW" then another one of us would call him from and say "CLEATUS!!! Go outside and listen to your damn cat! SHUT HIM UP!" And Cleatus would say "I don't have a cat" so he'd go outside to look and someone would be in his bushes yelling "MEOW MEOW MEOW". Man that was good stuff. Almost as good as Klaver's prank calls. Calling the bowling alley, "Do you have 8 pound balls? How the hell do you walk?!"

Ok, that's enough for now as this is getting quite long. But this has again made writing fun for me, so look for several more memories. If you are in any of my memories and think a story is fleetmack memory-worthy, let me know. Hope you enjoyed these stories as much as I do.