another random memory

Jason, Wes, Fool, and I are in the back of the bus on the way back from a field trip to New Orleans. We're blasting Egyptian Lover on the jam box. Jason hocks a loogey all the way up to the front of the bus.

Joanne: Hey, you guys, quit squirting that water gun!

*peals of laughter*

Jason: That's not water!

Joanne: It tastes like water!

*tears of disgust and joy*

Hey, I know, I know. Take it up with Jason. I don't hock the loogies, I just report the results.

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I must have been living under a rock. I just now read about Bumfights.

That's gotta be a first-class ticket to hell.

"So, what're you in for"

"I created bumfights.com."

"Oooh, yeah. You earned your way in, brother."

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That's me in the overalls and my bro with his face scrunched up. I wish he'd stuck around. Eight years old when he died. I still miss him.