I ran nekid through the restaraunt that I worked in one friday night, and then the mall it was attached to. I was 16, streaking was the deal at that time, funny thing was, the next friday, our manager said," I'm not telling you to do this, but some customers are asking if the streaker will be here tonight" guess what, " hold my beer and watch " a repeat performance, with a co worker who fell down on the tile while making a hard turn, I saw him fall out of the corner of my and just made a mental note " poor Mf'er." He did get away though. I got over it by the time I was 17 and 1/2, had to do the high school.

Rode my motorcycle through the halls on the last day of school. Junior high.

I have seen Rocky Horror Picture show, 65 times.

That's all your gonna get from my twisted youth.