Backstory: It was 7th or 8th grade, and a bunch of my friends and I were hanging out on my front steps, planning our evening. My friend Dylan chimes up about how he's going to go visit my sister, because she gives great head. This is the 5th or 6th time that he's made a remark like this in the last couple of days, and I've been laughing it off and warning him to shut up. At this point, I'm sick of dealing with it, so I pull him up and go to kick him in the junk. Being that he's a little person, I misjudge and I end up kicking him in the head. Everyone has a good laugh (especially my brother), and for the next 9 years, everyone who meets me through one of these mutual acquaintances has to point out that I once kicked a midget in the head.
Fast forward: I must have been living under a rock for the last 8 or 9 years, because said midget is now a professional wrestler:
http://media.monstersandcritics.com/articles2/1437213/article_images/hornswoggle.jpgDylan Postyl lived on W 6th Ave (too lazy to look it up) in Oshkosh, WI. He also used to kick himself in the face for quarters. He's now the best thing to come out of this city for at least 10 years. And I kicked him in the head.
