It's Always the Quiet Ones

Saturday night, I went and played Texas Holdem at a neighbor's house. I've been out drinking, playing cards, generally carousing with these guys numerous times. We always have a great time being idiots and telling funny stories.

One regular member of our group is for the most part extremely quiet. He's a great guy, very nice, would do anything for you but rarely says much of anything unless asked a direct question. None of us know that much about him except for the direct interaction we've had with him. I just assumed he was pretty quiet and shy. That is until Saturday night.

While we are playing cards, we are also have VanWilder on in the background. When the movie gets to the scene where they dupe the fraternity guys into eating the dog come filled eclairs, he comes out of no where with this hilarious story. The story is about friend from college that drinks too much at a party and ends up puking outside. At some point, the friend falls over in the grass. When he comes back to the party, he has a big piece of dog shit stuck to the back of his sweater. He is so drunk he does not realize and no one is willing to tell him. Also, his girlfriend is shit faced drunk and doesn't notice it either. At one point, her, him and piece of dog shit are mashing in corner. Boy that must have been a magical evening.

With all my experiences with this guy I never pictured him at a party wild enough for something like this to happen. I figured he spent most of his time at the library in college. It goes to show you have to watch out for the quiet ones, they are never what they appear.