craveytrain

On a quick side note, it’s been so long since I did an update, I had to go find my password again. I forgot what it was to log into this thing.

So, we were at lunch, and we were sharing stories. Some of these stories need to written down, cause they are priceless. I have a very entertaining set of friends (at least we think so) so I am going to share stories, or even just comments, from time to time. However, to protect their identity, i will use code names for everyone. Not all the stories are funny. Some are just… well… need to be shared. Today is one of those days.

I’m kinda screwed being the host, everyone who reads this knows who I am, so I’m Mike. Then we have the lady of the group, Wanda. We have the HMIC going by the alter-ego Jalapeno. Also, we have our very own coconut by the name of Ponch (as in Erik Estrada based on his need for “a name that indicates ‘I like women so much I should be a lesbian or gay or a male dancer’”). Finally, we have our indian (dot, not feather) named Tyrone (I wanted Hank for him, but Tyrone was just so much more funny). There are others from time to time, but this is the core group that goes to lunch on a regular basis.

So today, we were talking about religion, different things. Someone said “has anyone ever played with Ouija boards?” Then Ponch tells a story that has us just stupified:

Ponch

When I was a young teenager, my mom kept seeing things at the end of her bed, so we had a priest come bless our house. This house had 5 closets. Mine, my sister’s, my bro’s and both my parents had their own. The priest comes in and immediately points out 2 “hot spots”. My closet and my sister’s.

So he opens up her closet and finds a Ouija board. He starts throwing holy water on it. Then he heads to my closet and finds a poster of Cheryl Ladd (or Tiegs, I can’t remember). He starts throwing holy water all over my poster, ruining it.

Wanda

So the bottom line is your mom was seeing Cheryl Ladd at the foot of her bed with a Ouija board?

Like I said, not really funny in the traditional slap stick way, but we were rolling from it. Then Jalapeno had one of his gems.

Jalapeno

One time I played Ouija board without my contacts and all the responses were mispelled.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, September 15th, 2004 at 3:49 pm and is filed under lunch sessions. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.