Originally Posted by
homerjay
I graduated from college in August because I fell a few credits shy...so summertime as a super-senior is wierd and somewhat boring, we just hit the same few bars and parties, etc. One night we're closing down 'the cafe' when several large, mulleted figures walk in looking for a party. Turns out it was Superfly and his entourage. We went back to my friends house, continued boozing, and passed around a few big fatty J's. Superfly seemed to like to get high. One of the Nasty Boys asked my friend Nate if he has anything stronger. He asked the right guy. Next thing we know, it's 5am, and another wrestler is passed out on the front yard, the Nasty Boy is face-melting tripping, and the Superfly is just taking it all in. He didn't say much. When they were about to leave right before sunrise, they say "Superfly would like to say a few words." The place goes silent, and Superfly gave a very heartfelt thank you for getting he and his friends shitfaced. He goes around and shakes all of our hands one-by-one, then kissed my girlfriend (at the time) on the cheek, "Superfly always kisses the ladies." He seemed to like to refer to himself in the third person. They all pile into a lifted and heavily modified International Scout 4x4 parked on the front yard of my friends' house with the tripping Nasty Boy at the wheel and sped off into the sunrise.
I guess you had to be there.
