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Remember that time that Adam wouldn’t shut up?

Jay Howerter — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 16:43:47 +0000

I have decided to list the names in Story Quarry. Of course it doesn’t matter because all of the stories have been talking about Adam Sitton. By the way, Adam did you get your oil changed yet? I guess history usually repeats itself.

This next story is also about Adam. We were playing Counter-strike one night (consequently, this is the only game that Adam’s computer will really play), and everytime that Adam would by body armor he would say,
“Keeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvlllllllllllaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrr!!! (Kevlar)” in a retarded (developmentally disabled, for those of you offended) voice. He said it some many times that Dustin became furious. I have never seen him get that mad at anyone except me. I believe that Dustin hit him more than once.

Feel free to email me stories that you remember and would like posted.

Story Quarry: The curse of the red shirt

Jay Howerter — Thu, 21 Sep 2006 18:32:45 +0000

When we were at a wedding reception, two of my friends were at the tables preparing to eat. A man in a red shirt kept turning around and looking at them because they were being too loud. So, my friends, at random intervals, began singing “Red shiiiiiiiiiiiiirt!!!” just to spite this man. He became increasingly agitated until he left. So, whenever you are frustrated with someone, you can sing “Red Shiiiiiiiirt”. Hopefully it will agitate them as well.

Story Quarry: A new regular appearence on Howie’s Blog.

Jay Howerter — Thu, 24 Aug 2006 20:02:01 +0000

Because of my diverse group of friends, I have many stories. I have decided from time to time to post some of these stories here. I will not reveal the names of the friends to which I am referring. To those not involved in these stories, they might not strike you as funny. Unfortunately, this is my blog and I don’t care if you don’t get it . Today’s story comes from a friend that is a wealth of story material.

This particular friend seemed to always destroy his possesions within the first few months of owning them. It was normally little things such as stereos or bikes. One day in high school, I noticed that he was ridingÂ home with someone else from school. I asked him why he wasn’t driving his car. He informed me that he had neglected to change the oil in his car for ~10,000 miles. He continued that the night before as he was driving, the engine ceased. When they opened the hood to inspect the engine, there was .5 quarts of oil in the ceased hunk of the Pontiac power plant. After being told of this, we proceeded to laugh for a very long time and have never let it go. That fact should be obvious, since it has been 5 years since I graduated high school.

Many more stories to come…