<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: The Heart Surgeon</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Alright, here's one for the story books. The condensed version.
While I was playing professional football in Rome, a few teammates and I were in a high speed chase through the streets of Rome. We were being chased by a Brazillian hooker wielding a lead pipe. Red lights, blown front drivers side tire, other cars- didn't matter, we weren't stopping. Lost the hooker, parked the broke down car on a dark street and walked home 3 miles through the most communist neighborhood in Rome (where Mussolini lived) at 4 in the morning.
About a month later I made it back to the states, bought a new bow, shot a huge deer, drank 16 beers and nailed my girlfriend.
Since then my life has been pretty boring though... </div></div>
Stories like that Seth, make me proud to call you a friend. That one is pure poetry.