All of the following happened in one calendar year when I lived with a certain stadium enthusiast next door to Bryan Hickman, Terry Pierce, and Josh Buhl (College Hts. 4 LYF):
1. Terry Pierce had a giant super-scary rottweiler that barked his ass of constantly and lived on a half-unrolled piece of Wagner Field
2. Josh Buhl came over to our house once and was all like "is it cool if I borrow your lawnmower" and I was all like "sure" but I thought it was for one time not EVERY GODDAMN TIME HE NEEDED TO MOW THE LAWN FOR THE NEXT CALENDAR YEAR
3. Once Josh invited us to a party at his house. Rather than go through the front door, me and our other roommate (not the stadium enthusiast) came from another party through the backyard and entered the back door. We walk into the living room and there's nothing but 2002 KSU greats smoking weed. Seriously, all of them. Name one. He was there. And me and my buddy were the only white guys in the joint, and when we busted in everybody was silently like "OH SNAP WHO'S THESE WHITE GUYS THEY MUST BE COPS" and were trying to hide the weed and stuff. Needless to say there were a couple of very uncomfortable seconds for everyone involved. It was clear that Terry Pierce didn't even know who we were and I was thinking "come on terry i've lived next to you for like 7 months." Then, finally Josh Buhl recognized me and was like, "AW, FD, MY N****, GET OVER HERE" and he gave me a high five/half-hug and all tensions were eased and it was easily the best moment of my life. Then we met JB's dad and called/texted back and forth for several calendar years.
***edit***in retrospect i see that i used the term "calendar year" several times. not sure why. not changing it tho