We used to have the annual family trip to California to visit, Universal Studios, Knott's Berry Farm, Disneyland, and Six Flags. My brother and I were allowed one invite each. I always took my cousin Dave.
On one of these trips Dave showed us that if he gets on all fours and sticks his ass in the air, he can suck air into it and fart, non-stop. It was the most hilarious thing of our lives. This was something that continued on throughout the week. The morning of our Disneyland trip we were waiting on my dad who is the worst procrastinator in history, I swear. Dave decided to entertain us with his fart antics. After a bit of this and painful, tear filled laughter, my dad came out and at that instant Dave stood up to release his final does of laughing gas and it sounded off. It sounded like someone trying to whistle with too much spit while making no noise. At this point my dad made a face and said, "Awe, what the ****?! Don't even get in the car until that stops smelling!" Dave made that instant stiff posture and frightened face then immediately exclaimed, "I POOPED!" and started to spin around. As soon as he started his spin, we noticed something fall between his legs. It was a large turd. It hit the ground with the soft thud of a partially melted ice cream bar. So all at once, he started to spin, dropped a turd out of his shorts leg, and the foot he used to stop the spin was planted squarely on his turd and he slipped and fell. At this point my dad exclaimed with disgust, "Oh God Damn!" Then proceeded to ask him, "What the ****'s the matter with you?!" Between my dads reaction and my cousin's display I thought my brother and I were going to die of laughter. That laughter where your face hurts and you can't breathe. Then my mom gets out of the car and is trying to make sense of things and her confusion just compounded the hilarity. It almost ended up like making a prank call on a party line of three different numbers and letting them figure it out.
The trip was delayed a bit so my cousin could clean himself and change.
One time Halverson and I introduced his roomate to Popeye's fried chicken. He was acting like we asked him to eat monkey brains or some wild exotic food. Halverson and I just really wanted fried chicken LOL. We grab some somewhere in Cleveland I think and we're eating it in the car in the parking lot. Roommate is all like WHOA BRUH, THIS IS CRAZY. SO CRAZY.
What's so crazy is that he never had the deliciousness that is Popeye's. 
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Popeye's is super delicious.
