What are your favorite high school memories?
I used to help Ross Powell with his chores after school. We'd split up the work and then hang out. He had this cow that had just given birth, but it wouldn't let the calf nurse, so it had to be milked. I knew how to milk cows, so I volunteered. The cow was wild, so we had to lock it into a narrow stall and lock its back legs so it wouldn't kick. After doing all this, the only access to the udder was through it's back legs. I started milking and after a minute or so I felt this warm gooey stuff coming down on my head. You guessed it. The cow shat upon my head. I thought Ross was going to die laughing. I've told this story many times and it never fails to get big laughs. I can't figure out how, with all that fertilizer on my head, I still ended up bald!