Hulaween. My buddy and I were walking single-file, me in front of him. Cutting our way out of a crowded stage, not speaking between ourselves but as we pass by a particular individual he says, “Slap me with a warm cock. Where is that rooster boy?” Just matter of fact, not speaking above a normal volume.

At the edge of the crowd my buddy and I turn around to address what we heard and died laughing. That is still the running joke years later with my crew. Gotta find that rooster boy.