I'm looking for a good true story.
Let's just say, "no".
I bet no one in your class even rode a fucking dirtbike.
Get out of my face, you bad high school story telling boredog!
Man, I had a friend in high school, name was Drew. His momma owned the local laundry mat. We used to always get in trouble behind her store. Officer Clements (the local area sheriffs deputy) would catch us throwing beer bottles against the wall and breaking them. He would get so pissed when we would take off on our dirtbikes. Then to add to our fun we would take our bicycles into the courthouse on the weekends and run from Clements. Man, it was so funny how red he would get.

Laundry mat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Drew had a brother named Matt. We gave him hell.
My friend's brother was born without arms and legs...we'd take him water skiing anyways. His name was Skip.
Maybe I should have dropped a /Hostile. Figured it was obvious but you assholes made me work for it.
He could have been a Matt.
Welcome, Matt.
There were problems with that family's genes.
Or do you think you wake up one morning, like 87 years old, and realize that the misses and I haven't had sex in 12 years?
I doubt it, I would assume after they roll off their 75 year old they say, "Yea, I am not going in there again".